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Their first date took place a few hours after that first meeting. Christina could barely keep her head straight as she attempted not to mess up the different poses. She found herself having to do them too just to remember the sequence.
John wasn't much better. He felt as if he had lost a part of his soul at that yoga studio and he couldn't function without it. Every hour that passed that it wasn't time to see her yet was misery for him. Until finally they were sitting across from one another at a cute little Mexican place around the corner from Violet's building. The instant John knocked on her door and she opened it, he instantly felt better.
A part of his brain kept wondering where all of this was coming from. He was already envisioning the life they'd have together and they hadn't even ordered their meal yet. He kept trying to think of another time he had felt this strongly about anything and kept coming up empty.
At the other end of the table, Violet just smiled at him. She was just so incredibly happy that things had worked out the way they did. He was the first guy to ever make her ever feel anything other than fear and for once she was willing to stick around.
She had tried to date again after her ex, but always ended up getting too scared to stick around. But she had known John since high school. Aside from getting more gorgeous with age, he was still the same person she had known. She already knew she could trust him, could already sense that he would do anything to protect her. He reached over the table and held out his hand. She looked at him as she put her hand in his. From that instant it felt as if a thread had emerged and tied their hands together. He could see that field again in his mind, could see the wind blowing the trees around, could see the sunflowers reaching for the sky, could see.... White??
As their hands continued to stay intertwined, he could see a figure flying. An angel? What were angels supposed to look like? This one was beautiful. She had a smile that he instantly recognized, hair dark and flowing, and she was so graceful it made him want to reach out to her. Before he knew what was happening, he was reaching out. And she looked down and smiled, swooping down with a landing that would make any olympian jealous. "Daddy! You made it!!" she exclaimed. He looked confused at first. This girl had to have been 7 or 8 years old. She had human clothes on. She had on light pink shorts with flowers on them and a light tank top with holes for her wings to fit through. Wait. Clothes? Wings? She had called him daddy. But she was literally an angel.
Instinctively he looked around. At first he thought he was alone, but upon further inspection he saw someone else. It was Violet. And this little girl was using her legs to run to her. Violet held her arms out, then scooped up the angel and twirled her around. "you did great, honey! Perfect landing!"
John's head started hurting. He didn't want to but he had to stop holding Violet's hand. As soon as their connection was broken, he was back in the restaurant staring at a beautiful but very wide eyed woman. "uhh, what in the hell was that?" Violet asked. "what do you mean?" John asked, still not sure what Violet had seen, if anything. "we were holding hands and then we were in a field and there was a girl but she had angel wings and she called us mommy and daddy."
John stared at Violet in amazement. She had seen exactly what he did. He just couldn't tell if she was happy about this or trying to plan out the quickest escape route. It wasn't that big of a restaurant, two steps and she'd be well on her way out the door.
"yeah, I saw that too," John said, trying to act casual. "what do you think it means?" Violet asked. "I have no idea but if I don't order soon I'm going to pass out." Violet's stomach started grumbling loudly at John's words, as if agreeing with him.
"let's see if we can order some food and then we will worry about this later," John said as he flagged down the waiter.
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it was some time later that they had arrived back at her apartment. They ended up having a great dinner, caught up on the past 8 years since they graduated high school and everything in-between. Neither of them brought up the whole vision they had seen while their hands were linked.
At first they were scared to try again. But after a while John couldn't stand it and grabbed Violet's hand. They still felt the connection, but no visions this time. Not until the first kiss.
John was walking Violet home. Molly had been watching their date through the window. She was still an angel so no one could see her unless she revealed herself to them. But she still didn't want to chance it by picking a spot in some random person's lap. She got a perfect view and stayed for the whole thing.
She saw what happened the first time they held hands and knew that they saw her. Not just her but all of them together. She couldn't tell if they were happy or not, they just looked freaked as the vision came to and end and they returned to reality. And for a while it looked as if they were too afraid to touch each other. But then Molly saw John reach for Violet's hand again. "there you go, buddy!! I knew you weren't a coward!" Molly's excitement could hardly be concealed, and for a brief moment, if a person just happened to be looking out the window at that moment, he or she would have seen a small tornado of lightning bug lights twirling around for a brief moment before disappearing.
Now she anticipated what was going to come next. It was the moment they were all waiting for and secretly wondering about, even more now thanks to both of their dreams. Molly kept a safe distance between them as they walked from the restaurant to Violet's apartment. John was stopping at the front entrance. He wasn't going to go any farther tonight. But as they said goodnight, he looked into her eyes and brushed a strand of hair from her face. As soon as their lips touched, they both saw another moment. This time they weren't in a field. They were in a beautiful house. They were older and Molly was about 17 in this vision. She was walking down the stairs, with her wings settled upon her back, while her mom cooked breakfast and her dad sat at the table reading the paper. Molly saw herself pulling back a chair to sit as her mom babbled on about something and everybody laughed. This was before Ashley got put in the hospital. This was before the summer, before Ashley really started pulling away from her. And then she saw her. Ashley came down the stairs next. She looked so healthy, but was complaining of stomach problems. This would be the last time Molly would see this girl for a while, and her intuition had told her nothing. Everyone looked so blissful.
She was snapped back into reality as soon as the kiss ended. She was hungry for more, how much of their lives she would preview before going through it again. She knew she had to be patient, John was a gentleman after all, but a part of her still panicked as she could remember the rest. The summer that Ashley stopped taking her calls. Being sick all the time. The weird excuses. She knew it was already too late to warn her friend, Ashley had already fallen. Her human parents were getting ready to expect her.
Molly wanted to fast forward to her conception. She had to be born to protect her friend, even though they wouldn't meet again until preschool. She had to find her center, to calm herself and remind herself that the plan was already in play. The hard part was over. They had already met, already kissed, and were already in love. All she could do was watch.
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