M.S. 12 "From the fire"

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Previously on MISSING SCENES OF ML...

"HIDDEN DESIRES"

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"FROM THE FIRE"

AUTHOR´S NOTE: "From the Fire (Past and Present)" is a special missing scene which includes parts of fiction and parts of true to the original series. It is based on episodes 7, 8 and 9 of the original ML season and covers the return of Coraline and what that means to Mick and Beth at the individual and relationship level. Coraline’s return will affect our couple in different ways until they reach a common point. We will see this story in two parts, this week I present "Premonition" which is so to speak the prologue of this story and "Trapped in the past" will be the missing scene that we will see in the next installment. "The Fallen Angel" will be the scene to complete this three part story, which will focus on episode 9 of the original series. Hope you enjoy. Thanks for reading. Kisses. Selene

"Part 1. PREMONITION"

Look at me... Look at me...

Beth walked up the stairs barefoot, each step soft and quiet, yet Mick felt that somehow, every step took her closer to Josh and farther away from him. He was looking at her and his eyes were still haunted by the memory of that forbidden touch of her alive and beautiful skin under his hands, figuring out every curve of her body, barely hidden under his shirt, and he couldn’t avoid the dream of what could be and was not. She was going away from him and his body and mind were only able to plead in silence "look at me ... look at me just one more time ..." As if a glance from her was enough to know that she was still his, despite the fact that she couldn’t be his. When she got to the last step, Beth stopped a few seconds and her eyes searched his, then she continued on her way until she disappeared from his sight. It was a timid response, but clear enough to him. His hands closed over the arms of the couch and he felt an unstoppable urge to get up to go after her. This time he didn’t think about testing the hand of fate.

Seconds later he was in front of the bathroom door. His eyes scanned the shadows, searching the woman's body, lost in every inch of her as his eyes traveled slowly from the ankles to her thighs and beyond when she turned on the shower faucet. Beth, unaware of his gaze on her or that he was standing behind her, slowly unbuttoned her shirt and let it slipping from her shoulders, ready to get into the shower. Then a soft grunt surprised her. Beth turned startled as her clothes hit the floor, and at that moment he was trapped in her splendid nakedness and in that beautiful gaze, between innocent and seductive, with which she responded to his silver eyes while her white hands instinctively ran to cover her nakedness before him.

He looked really irresistible, standing there, motionless, leaning against the doorframe, between light and shadow. On one side was a hunter, moved by her beauty, who had fallen in love with his prey, and on the other side he was the desperate man praying to reach the forbidden love but feared touching it. His open lips, the shadow of his masculine and stunning body and the silvery glow of his eyes looking at her, between desire and plea, made her feel like the most desirable woman in the world. If he was willing to love her, she would not deny him anything, couldn’t do it even though she wanted to, not to him. She felt the desire that came from his vampire eyes now touring her body as waves of heat spreading through her veins and then her hands, which were still covering her breasts and pubic nakedness, lowered their barrier, leaving all her secrets to the light for him. The young vampire then could admire all the beauty of her womanly body in all its glory and the control that had previously won the battle, completely collapsed at that moment. He emerged from the shadows, stepped towards her, and the closer he got, the greater the temptation and the need to feel her in his arms. Halfway, her aroma, smooth and delicious, stroked him again and he closed his eyes and let himself be wrapped in her perfume that seemed made for him. This time he was ready to answer her call and nothing else mattered. He opened his eyes looking for her, reached out in search of her waist and pulled her to him, driven by the irresistible need of having her. The silky female smoothness faced against the powerful hardness of his manhood, made him more and more hard, while his lips, thirsty for hers, were lost in the tantalizing sweetness of her mouth, stealing her breath until it felt like his own breathing.

His mouth devoured hers, shaping her lips on his way, savoring every second, every inch, and every corner of her mouth. His hands trailed down her body, reveling in the soft and warm touch of his skin as his arms pulled her more and more against him until nullifying any distance with the only desire to feel her, to love her and she felt the world was fading under her feet while those powerful arms kept holding her body, preventing her fall.

Mick could hear her accelerated pulse galloping through her arteries, felt her breath moaning with passion that drowned in her mouth as her soft and warm body shuddered and surrendered to him at the time his caress invaded her core and then he also moaned with pleasure at feeling his fingers sweetly captured by the warm wetness of her desire ... a desire that was just for him and because of him, as if she had been waiting quietly until he woke her up. Suddenly he felt the wish to taste her excitation, and put his fingers to his mouth, savoring that unique and delicious flavor that pushed his will and his need until there was nothing more on his mind but her. It was then that he picked her up and carried her to the bed, while their mouths kept talking about love without any words through a deep and endless kiss.

He made love with her in a mixture of passion and tenderness indescribable until taking her to the edge of insanity where she had never been and he loved every second of her. When she felt her body couldn’t take any more of the torment of pleasure, she screamed his name and offered him her bare neck, "Oh Mick, I'm yours, feel me ..." Fangs sprang instantly as if following a secret order, his cold lips rested on the thin skin of her neck, and his frozen touch on her skin made her feel on fire. She felt the soft touch of his wet tongue caressing her throat and an electric current ran through her body from her neck to the tip of the toes. Then she felt a sharp pain when his fangs penetrated her skin, but the pain lasted just seconds then turned into the pure expression of infinite pleasure. Her body was broken then burst into a symphony of sensations never before experienced or dreamed and every convulsion of pleasure shook her body, becoming even more intense with every sip of her blood that he took. He was also carried away in that wonderful symphony of sensations, that caught his mind and invaded his senses and body bringing him to the verge of the most exquisite and sweet madness, until the time came when he couldn’t take it anymore. He drew his fangs from her delicious porcelain skin, threw his head back and roared her name while spilling into her in a perfect delivering. Then, exhausted, he collapsed on her warm breast , hugging her tightly while enveloped by the sweet sway of her breath and the warmth of her skin, which now seemed to burn in his, making him feel alive.

She whispered, "I love you" as she stroked and kissed the dark curls of his hair, and then lifted her face to him looking for an answer. But she was surprised when she saw that his eyes were full of tears, a second later his eyes turned to fire. Suddenly, flames covered the room and he was trapped in them. Beth, desperately tried to get him out of the fire with all her might, but something held him there preventing him from leaving. Then Mick´s hands released hers and she looked at him with the despair of powerlessness while his image vanished in the flames before her eyes.

Beth woke up at that moment, she was covered in a cold sweat, almost frozen. It took a few seconds to react and realize that the phone was ringing constantly. She replied, still confused. It was Maurine, a fire had spread in the city center and an old building was consuming in it. Beth hung up the phone after saying instinctively "Okay, I'm coming", but even when she ended the call, her eyes were still lost in the flames of her dream. Finally the cold water on her face made her react and she tried to draw a shy smile as she looked in the mirror repeating "it was just a dream ... a dream and nothing more ..." The warm water of the shower running down her skin, soothed the fire of her thoughts, putting out the premonition. But her mind was torn between the memories of the dream, the desire to love him and the fear of losing him...

The dream had been so real that it seemed something more than a dream. There was something that stood between them, something that kept him trapped in his past and that, somehow, was about to return ...But what or who was it?

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MICK: If there´s something that you learn when you live forever it’s not to get to used to anything, because everything can change ... and just when you think you have everything in your favor and you're happy about it, that’s when it happens.

"Part 2. TRAPPED IN THE PAST"

After what I lived with Beth, feelings had surfaced in my soul and on my skin more than I could allow, I knew it was dangerous, and I shouldn’t, yet slowly, dreams of love had become a new illusion that I wanted to keep. The curse of loneliness began to disappear and when I looked into her eyes I realized that loving someone and being loved was turning into something real to me, maybe too real at times, so it wasn’t always easy to control the impulses of desire and it invaded my mind at times shutting down my defenses, making me vulnerable.

But that day it wasn’t the desire for Beth but a strange feeling that took me from my break. Old ghosts were back to invade my sweetest dreams, staining them with their memory. For a few seconds I felt the light becoming darkness again and I woke up startled./span>

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Feel me; I came back for you, I know you hear me knocking at your door So, open it and release me.

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The sunset started to stain the horizon with orange and violet colors, until the dim sunlight disappeared into the crests of the imposing buildings, proud and haughty that seemed challenging the sky. Something was going to happen, I could feel it in the air, I guess that is part of the vampire's animal instinct, you sense the danger, but don’t know how, and where it will be presented. However, at that time I didn’t want to think about anything. When the mind can’t rest, it's best to keep entertaining the body, so I decided to channel all that energy into something that distracted my anxiety and physical exercise was a good choice.

I never could have imagine that the past was so close, protected in the mantle of oblivion that time gives, lurking in the shadows as the beast that watches its prey, until jumping in the most unexpected way, moment and place.

It was then, while doing my exercises in the evening, when a strong smell of wood smoke reawakened my senses. I saw the flames bursting into the serene blue night with its rabid orange tinting. Finding the place from which the fire came, I decided to go up there, moved by a strange hunch. The place was more familiar to me than I would like. Another of the last remaining refuges to keep the memories of my past life was crumbling before my eyes like a sinister omen. To see crackling flames, devouring that building where I had lived beautiful moments of my childhood, filled me with helplessness. It was as if those flames were devouring part of my memories of those who I loved and by whom I felt loved in a time when I was still mortal and innocent and everything was clean and clear before my eyes. In a time when I was happy with the smallest things, the same as today seem unattainable treasures ... And now, that fire was destroying everything. Its flames were ravaging the facade of that building, the only window to my childhood, reducing everything to ashes right before me and I could do nothing ...

There was only one person who could understand what I was feeling and that person was Beth. Her tender look was able to assuage my anguish; she always was like an oasis of light, of tenderness, in the middle of the darkness and despair that always seemed to haunt me.

Funny, that in the strangest moments you can feel lucky, because you think you've found someone and you can start over and build new memories to cover the gap of those that were lost in the sea of time. That's when the past refuses to be relegated to oblivion and returns to reach out and remind you that you’re not free. Turning around had caused me to face mine. That's when I saw her, Coraline, the woman who turned me, my real jailer.

There was a time when Coraline was my love, my obsession, my madness and my torment and my conviction. There was a time I missed her as if nothing else mattered; caught in the passion she awoke in me. It was an obsession, which became a fever for me. That fever swept through my veins and my body, destroying my will and my soul, like an infection that corrupted everything in its path, leaving me immersed in endless nothingness. It was not easy to break the chains that bound me to her and her eternal darkness. I thought that after all these years I had tried to recover my lost soul, that all that was left behind, but it wasn´t ...

Once I decided to erase the traces of my dark past to save the light that arose in my present... but the past never left me at all ... No, never had ... I kept reliving Coraline's ghost since then, I kept wallowing in my own guilt after leaving her trapped in the flames and although that night I left her dying in that fire, I couldn’t let her go. Definitely there are times that you can´t leave without closing, sometimes it wasn’t enough to close your eyes and turn your back to the past to try to move on and start again, because although you don’t want to, in the end there is always something that forces you to look back. There is only one way to overcome it and go on. You have to face it and understand its meaning to learn its lesson, but that is not always easy... not when what you want is to escape from it, in my case, or buried in oblivion, in the case of Beth.

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Coraline knew how to handle me and she did it using the only thing that could drive me to her side. That humanity which I refused to lose was my biggest weakness, and she was willing to use it to get to me, but certainly her best weapon to get it was my own conscience. That was how she became my ghost over the years and I let her as a punishment that sought only to offset the guilt that her death left me.

No, I was never really free, I only changed one string for another and the only way to break it was that her ghost disappear completely from my life, but I was not yet ready to let go ... Beth had managed to erase some of that pain, she had taught me to look forward and I had found a new hope in her, a new reason to live, but Coraline was still the image of blame and the past in me. Her blood ran in mine and she was not willing to lose the control she had on me. So, she came back to claim what she was still thinking of as hers...Me... And she did it in the only way she knew how.

I don’t know what I felt really when I saw her in the middle of that place. It was like seeing a ghost coming from nowhere walking before me, mocking my bewilderment with her feigned indifference. I guess seeing her again alive was like some kind of liberation for me. That would make sense and yet it wasn’t like that. She had not returned to release me, not for anything. From the moment I saw her, I felt caged, trapped in her web, desperate of the uncertainty that she planted in me with her cruel game. She caught me in her trap and the reality of that life, and that eventually became another prison for me.

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She hatched a plan to approach me with her twisted, cruel style, and it was effective. She disguised herself as a victim, the girl in distress who needed the detective, sowed the path of little clues that told me about our past, of who she really was, sowing confusion with subtle irony and that brought me back to that night 22 years ago, to the fire. This was her way of punishing me for the past, to punish me for my treason, and to make me remember what tormented me, appealing to my conscience, reviving my quilt. And what’s even worse, so did the sight of Beth, challenging her forgetfulness, but fortunately it didn’t work with her, at least not at that moment.

Yes, Coraline chose to come back in the same manor that once had separated her from me, the fire and the best costume of all, the most surprising and unexpected, mortality. All's fair in love and war and she was willing to play her cards even though she wasn’t in the game anymore. And so she came out of nowhere dressed in a casual innocence while weaving a new trap for me. She came ready to torment me, to confuse me, to end up turning me into a monster one more time and to achieve this, this time she had to reverse roles, until driving me insane with her subtle machinations, until the time came when she seemed like the victim and me the executioner. No mattered the risk or victims, Coraline always loved to play with fire. That was her way of taking me to the edge and when she got me lost in the shadows she would show me hope , the hope of the impossible, the unthinkable.

The first time was immortality and now it was a dream, an antidote to my curse, an immortal cure ... and yet my curse wasn’t what I was, my curse was her and the only possible cure was to let her go, just that... I know that now, but then it was too hard for me to understand, my conscience wouldn’t let me, blame from the past was too present on my mind.

There were times I thought I was going crazy: I needed to know if she was who I wanted, but the logic and evidence told me something else, until finally I lost control, I fell into her trap and I ended up showing my beast while in search of a proof to answer my questions. That tattoo on her ... I was desperate, I wanted the truth and she wouldn’t give it to me and a night in which her tricks were beyond what I could bear I ended exploding. I pounced on her, her cries didn’t matter, and I tore her clothes with my hands in search of the evidence I was looking for. She had to be her, I needed to believe that she was Coraline or I wouldn´t have peace, but I also wanted to believe in hope hidden after her death, a miracle cure to turn me back to who I was, to free me from the curse of eternal night and let me start over. But she didn’t have any tattoos and all my hopes were dashed in an instant. It was then, when I saw for myself, covered in her blood, my hands, stained, trembling at the evidence, hunger welling in my eyes, and despair obscuring my soul and I was horrified at myself. I had reached the limit by just a memory, a hope impossible and absurd.

That was the lesson of my past, nothing would change if I wasn’t determined to make it change and yet I just closed my eyes again. In that instant I felt like a monster, she had just reminded me of it and in doing so she was taking me away from Beth, from the hope of her love.... I was what I was and trying to forget it didn’t work... That was what Coraline wanted from the beginning; she was closing all my doors but one, hers. But then I wasn’t able to see Coraline, I could only see my hands stained with innocent blood, and, seeing me there, trapped in my past like I was years ago, I felt that all my dreams had turned to ashes one more time and all I wanted at that moment was to disappear with them.

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BETH: " "Memories can be fragile, sometimes weak whispers and sometimes as powerful as screams. I've spent so much of my life running away from my past I ignored the whispers until finally there were only screams".

When I look back, now that I know the truth, I understand so many things ... I knew Morgan (Coraline) in the same way that I knew Mick and when I met her I had a feeling like the one I had when met him again, though the feeling was much weaker. In Mick everything was familiar and warm for me. Everything about him, his face, his eyes, his voice, his smell, his mere presence made me feel safe though I couldn’t figure out the how or the why. With Morgan I had a strange feeling only temporary, it was cold, a kind of déjà vu when I looked at her eyes that disappeared instantly, before my conscience let me discover the hidden true. I guess that this was one of the weak whispers that I refused to listen to, like the dreams that had begun to torment me again, in which Mick was always there, fire and something else, a shadow that dragged him to the flames away from me, leaving me empty.

I don’t know when it was that I discovered the truth between us, that truth that keep us together and separate at the same time, maybe I knew from the moment I saw his reaction when he saw her, as if at that time there was nothing more ... however, even then, I refused to listen. It was as if a part of me was afraid to uncover the truth, but this time they were not my memories that frightened me, they were his. That love that he never wanted to talk about and that so far had seemed dead, threatened to rise from the ashes through the face of Morgan, and Mick seemed unable to see or hear anything more, as if he was spellbound by it under the influx of returning to darkness. No, it really wasn’t love, it was an obsession, something I couldn’t understand but it hurt me. His confusion and his suffering hurt me, but what also hurt me was the feeling of being out of his life for the first time, that made me feel insecure, incomplete. Until eventually something broke in me when he confessed his truth, when I saw the disappointment in his eyes to find that Morgan was not Coraline. I asked about it and there was no answer, but his eyes told me that a part of him wanted her back; he needed her to be alive. I saw in his eyes a kind of helplessness, mixed with a painful silence and that was enough of an answer for me. Although his pain was from her betrayal, her lies, he was unable to forget and let her memory go. Seeing his gaze lost in his past, I felt him moving away from me. A knot choked my throat and I tried to simulate the tears of my impotence. His pain became mine too, but I couldn’t fight a ghost.

And yet this phantom was made of flesh and blood, right before my eyes a few hours later when I returned to Buzzwire form finishing my report. Morgan was there, looking at me in a strange way. When I finished the transmission and thanked her for her cooperation in the case, she gave me back a frosted look that was dark and then I knew. The woman before me was not Morgan. The woman that had been like a friend, took off the mask, and was now showing her true face like a rival after a won battle.

She looked at me smugly and her arrogant eyes seemed to shout that I was not a rival for her. That sparked my womanly pride, but also did something else; it was the first step in helping me remove the veil that was covering my memories. And little by little, whispers had turned into screams...

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After telling me the truth about Coraline and what had happened at the cemetery with Morgan, Mick turned to withdraw into himself and, although he was by my side, protecting me, he raised the barrier of distance as if everything that had passed between us until that moment had never happened. Maybe he could do it, but I could not and every time it was harder to keep that invisible boundary that he imposed. Perhaps because after all we’d been through, I felt that, somehow, he belonged to me like I belonged to him; however there were still shadows between us. Secrets hidden in oblivion that maybe I always knew existed, but I didn’t want to see until they jumped out at me.

That night I was left with Audrey at Mick's apartment, it was the only safe place for us both. Audrey and everything that had to do with her moved me. The trauma I experienced as a child when that murderer killed her parents before her eyes, the constant nightmare that her life turned into from that moment. Without a single moment of peace while the murderer kept stalking her day and night, unable to hold on to anything or anyone to give her security made me feel sorry for her. Suddenly I felt the need to protect her as if I saw in her the frightened child I once was. Something like that could have happened to me after my kidnapping and yet I always felt safe but I had never wondered how or why, and finally we were there, at Mick's apartment, about to find out the answer.

Audrey had fallen asleep and I decided to let her rest. So, I don’t know why, I thought of Mick, I remembered the restrictions he had placed on me just before leaving, "do not go there, and don’t go in there." For my curious spirit, the "no" was almost like an invitation to do otherwise. I looked around, I was in his territory and suddenly I felt the need to know more about him, his work, and his life. I went into his office, everywhere there was an invisible trace of him, and something steeped in the atmosphere, something so familiar to me and on the other hand just as necessary. My body wanted to be make it tangible to hug it. Then I saw his jersey resting on the back of a chair in the office, instinctively I clung to it, I brought it to my face and breathed in his scent.

That smell brought me so many memories and so many mixed emotions. It was talking to me about safety and adventure, passion and tenderness, belonging, the familiar and the forbidden, calm and desire ... past and present. Yes, he also was the past ... So I placed the garment aside and I headed for the file cabinet that was on one side of the room, the cases were classified into two large drawers by years 2002-2005 and next had another date that caught my attention, 1982-1985. 1985 ... the year of my kidnapping... I always forget Mick’s actual age, it's something that I never finish assimilate, even despite knowing his secret, perhaps because at that information that was obvious it was the key to everything and I decided to ignore it perhaps to protect me from what was in the past. But at that moment I was awake, it was as if for the first time I was really aware of everything as if for the first time I realized that he and I could have coincided in the past and then I felt the urgent need to know. I checked out the names of each folder instinctively looking for something specific, something that deep down I knew I'd find. I felt my heart beating hard in my breast until I finally found it..

There, before my eyes, was the connection between us in the past, in that folder there were the answers to all my questions, what matter was whether I was prepared to see them. The truth is that I didn’t even think for a second, I opened the folder and by doing so the veil of oblivion eventually fell completely from my memories. There was not report, not data, only pictures which were talking about a life in the shadows. Mick had been with me all this time protecting me, hidden in the shadows, he had seen me grow, had invaded my dreams, had caught my happiest moments and also the saddest ... it was him, he was always there. I had just found my Guardian Angel and yet, seeing all that, I felt betrayed. It didn’t hurt me that I discover the truth ... what hurt me was thinking about his silence.

Las piezas del rompecabezas se habían unido...

The puzzle had been completed...

Mick returned at the right time, when Audrey's murderer was about to cut my throat to drink my blood before going for his real prey. At that moment, despite seeing Mick fully transformed into a vampire before my eyes, I realized that he would always be my Guardian Angel.

Finally Mick killed Audrey’s nightmare and when she was completely safe and she could finally feel the peace of a quiet sleep after so many years, I took out the folder and I went to find him. It was just about dawn and I couldn’t wait, it had come time to talk about the truth.

Mick ... had his hands leaning on the wall of the rooftop like he was trying to gather his strength, his head down, his jaw clenched, staring off into nowhere. Only a few hours ago he was the absolute hero, now he was only a man, vulnerable, insecure and shamed afraid to look into my eyes for fear of what he would see in them, blame, anger or disappointment. But there was none of that in my gaze, I couldn’t hate him for saving me, despite he had to kill someone he loved to protect me. I couldn’t blame him for watching over me all this years. There was not disappointment for me except for his silence. Why didn’t he tell me before? Why did he let me thinking that all that was just my imagination? And yet he couldn’t tell me the truth... no... He couldn’t. I saw that in his eyes that were filled with tears when they met mine.

MICK: How could I tell her that I killed the woman I loved to save her? I've lived tormented with guilt since her death, yet I would do it again if Beth is in danger. How to tell her that I had watched her dreams as a child or that in the silence of the night had taken her little hand in mine when the nightmares assailed her? How could I tell her that I had seen her grow, play, laugh and mourn and now I had fallen in love with her? How could I tell her that that little girl had turned into a beautiful woman right before my eyes and I wanted her? How to could I tell her that I'm a monster for loving her, that every day I dream about having her though she was, is and will always be my little girl?

BETH: He was ashamed for loving me, for him that was a horrible sin that couldn’t be forgiven, and ours relationship was an impossible love that could never work, but it wasn’t for me. I was no longer the little girl of whom he once took care of, now I was a woman who loved him. How do I make him understand that he must be at peace with his past? How to make him understand that he was still my guardian angel but I also needed the man? How to make him understand that he was everything to me and that I loved him for that?

It was then that the inconvenient sun came out of its hiding. Its brightness was hurting his eyes, he tried to protect himself from the light by putting his hand before his eyes, but it was not enough, light seeped through his fingers hurting his eyes that he was trying to hide behind the shadow of his hand.

- - Now you know why it won’t work.

- - All I know is that since I met you, I’ve stopped using the word "never"

I really don’t know what it was that hurt him the most, the brightness of the sun or the truth he could read in my eyes and listened to me speak. But whatever it was, I was there to protect him, to thank him for the past and help him look at the present without fear. I was there to help him to leave his shadows, to show him that there is always hope and that I would be with him to see him through it. The sun was pouring its light, the secrets of the past had been discovered. I covered his hand with mine, I approached him to protect his face with my shadow, I looked into his eyes with all the tenderness of my soul, I put my hand on his chest and kissed him on the cheek. To me the shadows were gone, I had found my guardian angel and it all made sense. I felt him trembling under my hand and at that time I loved him more than ever. A new day was about to begin; leaving out the night, but ... not for him ... His soul was still trapped.

MICK: I wish that this kiss could be eternal because as her sweet lips touched my skin, all fear was gone from me. However, the kiss ended and its end brought me back to my reality.

BETH: I broke the kiss and looked at his eyes again. He didn’t seem unwilling to open them but when he did I found that there was once again distance and silence. He was stuck in the past, on that night of guilt and torment and he was unable to see the light and I felt I had to release him but the question was "how".

That afternoon, after taking Audrey home, I went back to my apartment. I was exhausted after a night of no rest. I fell on the couch and fell asleep right there. I dreamed ... Mick, his eyes full of sadness, fire, and that shadow ... and whispers became shouts and screams awakened in me the darker side when the shadow of the woman who appeared in my dreams took shape and I saw her, the woman who terrified me as a child, Coraline, the same woman who destroyed Mick and now threatened to remove him from my side while smiling in triumph. But I couldn’t allow it, no, I was not going to let her scare me and I wasn’t going to let her take him away from me or carry him to darkness again. I gathered the necessary forces, it was time to face the ghosts, time to overcome my fear, and it’s something that I owed to myself, but mostly was something I owed him. If he needed to return to his past to face it and to be free from his guilt, I would go with him; I would show him the truth that was hidden behind Morgan. We´d do it together.

TO BE CONTINUED...

I´LL SEE YOU ON THE NEXT MOONLIGHT


"FALLEN ANGEL. MOMENTUM"

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