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Prophecy Realized
The warm evening breeze ruffled Michelle's short silky reddish brown hair. The moonlight shone in her brown eyes as John looked deep into her soul. They had known each other for six years. They were friends. She had been John's doctor for a number of years. John was in love with her and his heart ached with his feelings for her. John had loved her for a very long time, longer than she could imagine. She was married now. Their friendship went back a long way, although she didn't know. To her John was an ex-patient and casual friend.
"Here you go," John said as he handed her, her car keys.
"Thank you," Michelle said turning to unlock her car. John had been to the medical center for a checkup with Doctor Reynolds and was walking out to his car when Michelle had caught up to him so he walked her to hers. She had dropped the keys to her car as she pulled them from her purse.
"Uh, would you like to get a cup of coffee before you go home?"
"I don't know. No I don't think so, thanks."
"Just over to the Denny's there. Just a quick cup while we wait for the traffic to die down. I would like to talk to you about something." John looked at her with his big blue soulful, pleading eyes.
"Uh, okay. I'll meet you there." Michelle smiled as she climbed into her car, John climbed into his. It was a short drive all within the same parking lot. They entered the restaurant and were seated quickly.
"What did you want to talk about?" Michelle asked as they waited for their waitress to bring them coffee.
"I have been..." John halted and couldn't go on. He cleared his throat and dropped his gaze to the table top. This was going to be hard for him, but it needed to be done.
"Go on. You can tell me anything. I was your doctor for a long time."
"I know, it's just, it would be, I can't seem to bring myself to say, what I mean..." John halted again.
"You," Michelle said as the she took John's hand in hers, "are my friend. So tell me." John's heart skipped a beat when she touched him, just as it had so long ago.
"I have fallen...I am in...love with you." There he had said it. She was struck to silence. Her eyes got wide and a blush started to rise in her face.
"Uh..." Michelle was speechless. She hadn't let go of John's hand though. Of course John didn't know if that was a good sign or if she was in shock and couldn't move. Michelle started to squeeze his hand gently. Then a smile appeared on her beautiful face.
"Michelle?" John queried.
"Uh...you do know how to embarrass someone. John, I..." She stopped. Her eyes lowered to the table top. She started shaking her head. "Let's talk about something else, okay?"
"Sure, but that won't change the fact of what I said. I don't expect you to tell me you love me, I just wanted to get it off my chest. I had to let you know. I had too. I hope you understand? I was going to talk to Su...Dr. Reynolds about it but I didn't know how close you two were." That was a lie, John knew perfectly well they were close, very close. "And I thought it would be better if I told you directly." John reached out under her chin with his other hand and raised her head to look into her eyes. They were shining with emotion. What that emotion was he couldn't tell.
"No it won't change what you said but it would make me a little more comfortable."
"Alright then, sure was a beautiful day today, wasn't it?"
"John, don't be so...don't be such..."
"An ass, is that what you wanted to say?"
"No, not at all, I was looking for the right word but couldn't find it. How's Jenny?" Michelle deftly changed the subject as the waitress brought them their coffee.
"Not so good. She's been having problems with headaches and they can't seem to figure out the cause." John was again lying, Jenny was actually fine, he hated lying to Michelle.
"I'm sorry to hear that. I do hope they find what's wrong. I know you two love each other. That's one reason I'm so surprised by your admission."
"Yes we love each other. But can't there be room in ones heart for another?"
"I'm sure there can. I love more than just my husband. I love my daughter and my parents. I also love...well you get the picture. So sure there is room in ones heart for another.
"Why are you telling me this John? Why did you feel the need to say you loved me? We really don't know each other that well."
"Michelle...I will try to explain. If you feel that I'm starting to ramble or babble cut me off."
"Sure. Go on."
"I have known you as a doctor for, what is it, six years. Back when we first met I thought you were cute. Actually, I thought you were a hottie." Her eyes got wide and a blush flushed her face. "I also thought you were the most compassionate person I had ever met. Then a couple of years later, I don't know why, I saw you not only as a hottie but as a woman I would really like to be closer too. You might say I was in lust with you at that time."
Her mouth dropped open as she was about to take a sip from her coffee at my last statement. She put her coffee down and cleared her throat but remained quiet. I took a sip from my coffee and continued.
"Then a scant six months later the lust died down and turned to a deeper emotion. One I tried to explain to myself as a fantasy. Yet the lust was there too, in the background, only rearing its head, so to speak, during times of great emotional stress. Like having just seen you at the office on those rare occasions I was into see Dr. Reynolds. You are so beautiful. I was smitten. As I knew you were married and loved your husband and daughter, I found my soul was in turmoil with my emotions for you.
"I soon came to realize that I was in love you. I knew it would be unrequited but you were in my heart none the less. I couldn't help myself. I was so enthralled with you beauty I had to put my feeling down on paper, as it were. I started to write. Write stories about us."
"That was you?"
"What do you mean?"
"Don't try and avoid the question. So that was you who wrote those stories? The ones on that adult site, Lit-something?" The look in her eyes was frightening.
"I have stories posted on that site, yes. About you, yes." John answered her calmly.
"You're a good writer. But, do you know the trouble you caused?"
"How could I?" John was trying to look innocent.
"You drove my husband crazy. He wouldn't leave me alone. Every minute we were home together he would read one of your stories to me and drag me upstairs to bed." She blushed again, a deep red.
"I'm glad I could help." He smiled at her. She did not return it.
"It was a help alright. We could hardly get anything done. We were always in bed..." She halted turning a deeper shade of red. "Why don't you continue with what you were telling me?"
"Sure, where was I? Oh yes. The first of those stories had us copulating for the shear pleasure, just two friends having a good time together in bed for a couple of hours. Then after a while I started to write just to tell the world about my feelings for you, no sex. I soon came to realize that the lust had turned somehow into love, real love. I found myself thinking of you every waking hour.
