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fanfiction - Step Back - ( Chapter 58) Michael Phelps

Chapter 58

Baltimore (MD )

Apartment Michael Phelps

April 1, 2011

12.00

"Michael, are you here?"

Ryan's voice was heard just at the bottom of the stairs, muffled by the sense of guilt and fear that his friend had not forgiven him for the madness in Mexico. It had been three months since the death of Rebecca and had not yet found the courage to speak to him alone.

"Your mother made me come in and said ...." He paused. "Catherine?" exclaimed, surprised to find it in Michael's room.

"Hello, Doggie. Nice jacket, "he said, smiling through gritted teeth to hide the embarrassment. Anyway, jackets Ryan was always a plausible excuse for a sarcastic comment.

The woman sitting on the bed, wiped the tears quickly not to let him know that he wept.

Michael, kneeling in front of the cabinet, was emptying some boxes and carefully folded the women's clothes in the drawers.

Ryan did not understand.

"I'm going," said Catherine, putting on his coat and left on the mattress, clutching a letter in his hands.

"Hey, Cathy!"

The woman seemed in awe watching him.

"Thank you for ..." put eyes on the letter, 'Well, you know what. The past no longer matters, "he said interrupting his work, his hands stuffed into one of those boxes.

She nodded, relieved. As if those words had lifted a huge weight from my heart. Then he went out, leaving him alone with Ryan.

"What's going on?" He asked, hands on hips, frowning. He approached his friend to look at what he was doing. He stuck his nose in one of the many boxes cardboard were scattered 'everywhere.

"Who is this stuff?" He asked curiously.

"By Rebecca" replied the other, gelandolo.

"But ..."

"Quiet, Doggie. I'm not crazy, if that's what you're thinking. "

Ryan raised an eyebrow, thinking about what to say.

I terminated the lease of his apartment and brought all his things to me. My closet is big enough and I want to make room for his clothes. He opened a drawer with one hand and gathered her underwear in one half, to accommodate to Becky in the other.

Ryan stared at him worried. What he was doing made no sense and certainly was not the best way to overcome the past.

"I Explain why you do it? "

" You know, Doggie, "he said with equanimity," I took a long time to get there, but now I have no doubt. "

"On what? I do not understand. "

"I never should have let her return to London. I had to put it on the damn plane, tie if necessary, and force her to leave with me. This is his home. And his stuff should be here with me. "

Michael's voice sounded so strong, she got up the courage to contradict him.

"Sorry, my fault," admitted a rueful scratching his cheek with her nails.

The friend put a hand on his shoulder. "But I'm glad you are well. I could not bear to lose you too. "

Ryan swallowed hard, holding my Magone. And if it was not a twenty-five male, terribly proud, perhaps you would let go, showing a bit 'of emotion.

"And then remember that you and I have still a matter pending. Am I wrong or I need a couple of world records mixed? "

" Anytime, friend. " The challenge raised a corner of his mouth. It was nice to see who could still play, despite everything.

At one point, he noticed the corner of a suitcase by the door.

"going somewhere?"

"San Fernando".

He opened his mouth.

"Where? Would you repeat it? "

" You have understood perfectly. I go to Mexico and I will not preach. Above all, not you. "

Ryan rubbed his temples, trying to remain calm and address the issue with clarity, because if he left the instinct would speak on the floor, making it dry with a punch.

"What the fuck are you going to do in that shithole?"

He repented colorful expression, but the memories we had were not related to that country of the best.

"I need you to do me a favor. I asked Debbie to deal with Alec, but I would be much quieter if you keep an eye on him. My mother can be a tad stifling if you need. What about moving to my house for a while '? "

There was a moment of silence.

"You're asking me to live with your mother?"

Michael laughed, noting the pale skin of his forehead and slightly pearly.

'Well, if so you want to see it. "

"Oh, Mike! For the kid that's no problem, but I want to know what goes through your head! Next, Spit it out. "

swimmer closed the locker and pressed his feet to throw the empty boxes for them.

"You knew that I had written a letter?"

"What are you talking about?"

"I was drugged that first night we met and then had the nerve to hurt me."

Ryan looked at him bewildered, completely unaware of what he was saying.

"Read" she said handing him the letter that Catherine had left him on the bed.

"E 'Cathy was to give it to me this afternoon."

"What?" She said biting her lip nervously. "How the hell did you find it? And if you knew that you had not doped in Manchester, because he did not say anything? ". The sweaty palms itched uncomfortably's and had a great desire to lead hands. Or worse.

"Calm down, Doggie."

"Calm down? That bitch has fucked up the lives of Rebecca and ... "

Michael silenced him with a nod.

"It's not his fault. He was at home, in the days following my return from England. He had lost his mind, because I had left for Becky and wanted to make me pay. "

Ryan grabbed a pillow and threw it against the window with a football.

"How can you ask me to stay calm! That bitch has left us to believe they did not know the truth! Cavic and I have risked my life to discover, when she already knew everything! "growled with anger.

"Not so. Not exactly, at least. "

Ryan was confused.

"Catherine did not trust Rebecca and feared that in the letter just telling other lies. Can you blame her? Becky has always lied to me. Forever. "

"Mike, but ..."

"He decided to help only to find out if what he had told Becky it was true. Cathy wanted to seriously find evidence to frame Yusupov. And after his death, she lacked the courage to let me read. Until now. "

Ryan sat on the bed, throwing himself backward. Given that history had brought out the worst in all of them, forcing them to fight, lie and hate. She wanted back his twenties, he wanted to be able to get drunk at pool parties and to the judge to vote for the most beautiful girl in wet t-shirt.

Clear your mind and go surfing on the waves of the ocean. But most of all wanted to forget Rebecca, because she was not able to manage its memory.

He had lost a person who was very fond of.

was tired and was tired of all this rancor.

"Why are you leaving for Mexico? Come on, let it go. "

"Ryan, I wish it still tells me what happened that night. "

The boy frowned. "I did it a thousand times. I spoke with the police, and you and every damn lawyer who asked me to do it! "

" What I've said is not enough for me! I want to know how she died. "

"Why?"

began to get nervous. Again with the memory those moments exposed him to the emotions that he could not control. "She was shot, Mike! A nice bullet hole in the middle of the temples. That 's what you want to hear, "asked the jaw contracted.

"You were with her when she closed her eyes?"

"Michael, stop!" He exclaimed, raising his voice.

"Answer".

He rose from the bed and looked him straight in the eye. "No, they brought in the next room. I heard her cry, then a gunshot, and every sound has stopped, "she whispered trying to speak. "She's gone, you have to do with it a reason."

"I can not, not yet. I want to know who killed her. "

There was a pause of silence.

"One night I dreamed. It 'happened months ago, "Michael said, clearing his voice to try to regain control over their nerves. Feel that the story annihilated, every time.

"Hmm ... talk about Becky?"

"Yeah. He told me not to look for it. To let her go away. "

Ryan stood up. Seriously.

"Maybe you should listen to her," he said in one breath, embittered by that speech that he wanted to close soon.

"It 's because of what I said I want to go."

took a deep breath.

"Hell, Doggie! And 'since I know that I give you a straight. I've believed in Geneva when he pretended not to know or Washington, he shouted in his face contempt when in fact he loved me. He told me doped Manchester, pretended to have called with Cavic ... and they were all lies. And I, like an idiot, I have always believed! It 'not my fault if she's dead. "

"Do not tell. You know that's not true. "

The boy put on his sunglasses, threw his jacket over his shoulder and grabbed the suitcase.

"He asked me to let her go, but I know which is not what he wants. This time I'm not going to believe her. Now we will do things my way. "

grabbed the car keys and headed to the airport.

**

Mexico

Airport San Fernando

April 6, 2011

12.00 am

"Señor Phelps? Por favor, on this side. Agent Campbell is waiting. " A young woman with strong features, the international arrivals waiting for him as planned.

Within minutes they arrived at their destination.

When Michael stepped into the room where they had an appointment, Robert knew that without him the young assistant indicated. The man was waiting for his client at the counter, draining whiskey and eating olives pepper.

Robert Campbell worked in the narcotics section of the Dallas police for over twenty years. It was he who directed the operation that had broken up the gang of Garcia, the first four months.

But what was his last case before closing with that violent and desperate world, and retire. For a while ', merely follow private cases are not too demanding: petty theft, youth fled from the house, stalking and marital infidelity. Therefore, before accepting the job offered by Phelps, he had thought long and hard.

"He had a good journey?"

Michael put his suitcase and ordered something to eat before responding.

"We come to the point. What did he find out? "

Campbell laughed annoying. "I see that does not waste time."

teeth yellowed by the smoke and the cavernous voice makes it feel a bit 'scary, but the environment was known as one of the best cops around. He put out his cigar in the bowl of olives.

"Before I ask you a question. What do you hope to achieve? "

Michael sighed, annoyed. "I hired solely for the sake of information. What we decide to make it my business. "

started to be sick of feeling to the same question.

"Do not get me wrong, Phelps. She is not the first person who has lost a loved one, but I'm not going to be the cause of his death. I left the police to stay away from situations like this. "

Michael raised an eyebrow.

"Take my advice. He returned to Baltimore and to do what he was born. As far as I know not doing badly in the pool. Let do our profession who can do it. "

"Believe me, I'm not going to let the feathers" he said, smiling cynically.

"Really? And what will you do when I find the person who shot to Harvey? "

He said nothing.

"Okay, how he wants," he said, drumming his fingers on the table. He pulled out a yellow envelope from his jacket and slipped it to him front.

The information that Michael was looking for and for which he had given so much to do before him, but his hands were shaking and he had the courage to go further.

Robert ordered more whiskey. They needed both. Then he began to recount what he had discovered during its investigation.

"How have told his friends after a few days of their arrival in the city, have been tipped off and they understood that Garcia would meet with the broker Yusupov for the exchange of goods. "

"Will Jeremy Tannon, right?"

The man nodded before drinking a sip.

"Yeah. Apparently the night of the blitz has disappeared into thin air. They're still trying, but I tell you from personal experience that we can catch the damn difficult after such a long time. " He lit another cigar. "It's probably enjoyed the protection of some big fish."

Michael listened carefully every word that came from his mouth.

"Who? Yusupov and Garcia are behind bars. I do not understand. "

"I do not know. But believe me, shit that trade was quite valuable. My team arrived in Mexico following a trail. Three players and a manager of the Dallas Cowboys were sourced directly from the PFC Garcia. The Lersik was not the only sports club to do business with those thugs. "

He gave the swimmer who refused to smoke with a wave dry. Michael well remembered the names of athletes who were openly accused after the arrest of Yusupov.

"The war against doping is lost from the start," continued comment with a cynical laugh, "For every substance is discovered, there is another freshly baked in some laboratory and ready to be put on the market. "

The boy leaned back.

As he did not want to admit it, Campbell was right.

gathered forces and opened the envelope.

"Who is it?" He asked staring with hatred of a man's face portrait on a photograph.

"It 's the person who is looking for."

Michael's breathing became heavy. Campbell felt it wheezing, despite the din of the room.

"When his friends tried to take a camera with the exchange of money between Yusupov and Garcia, have been caught and locked up inside the warehouse of an establishment of Uncle Ben's . I admit that the idea to cover their trades through the sale of baked beans was rather unique. What those guys did not know is that it was a trap. "

"A trap? What do you mean? "

"I told you," said inhaling the cigar and talking between a cough and the other, surrounded by a cloud of smelly smoke. "These rookies, no offense ..." he added a moment later, "should continue to do their job instead of playing cops and robbers. Yusupov was waiting for them. And 'he was ordered to leave Tannon those bills in the car, in plain sight. Put them on his trail to bring them there and in Mexico have fallen as the amateurs. "

While spoke, Michael continued to stare at the photo of the man, as if to impress upon the brain. Now he had a face on which to pour all his hatred and desire for revenge.

"Go ahead," he said seriously, "I want to know how she died."

"I do not know why, but Harvey decided to separate from the other two and then they shot her."

Michael shuddered with rage. "But it makes no sense! Why?

"I do not know. As I said before, we were investigating them for a while, 'but we did not know what his friends wanted to do just that night. When we spoke, there was no trace of the girl. Only after a few days we have located the car in the lake. "

Michael rubbed his forehead. That evening he had had enough. He left some notes on the table and walked to the exit.

"Thank you. His work is finished. "

"Mr. Phelps. Wait! "

The guy just turned his face in his direction.

"If he wants advice, forget it. It 's still time to go back. Whatever has made up his mind to do not bring life into his woman. "

"Thanks for the help" said pushing the door to leave.

**

Denver (Colorado)

April 30, 2011

18.00

"Logan are you?" a voice asked lifting her head from under the pillow.

She noticed that someone had entered the house by the creaking of the wooden floor downstairs, which by now had learned to recognize and which represented her wake-up call.

"Yes, I left early from work. Today in Central seemed all gone crazy. Tommy celebrated his fifth wedding anniversary and gave drink to the men's 103 .

came in throwing open the kitchen door with her foot. His hands were involved to sustain the spending and arm holding a six-pack of Beck's .

"Hi Ana ..." he said, when he first saw her bare legs appear in the room. "Perhaps it would be better that you would cover" suggested, dropping his eyes to the ankles.

He set the bags on the table and walked over to her placing his hands on his stomach, now in her sixth month of pregnancy. "Your child might get sick," he whispered sensually, coming up to brush lips. Then he fastened the belt of her robe, unable to avoid looking at her as she did.

"My name is not Ana ..." hissed his eyes narrowed, "And you're a bastard."

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fanfiction - Step Back - (Chapter 57) Michael Phelps

Chapter 57

Baltimore (MD)

1:00 pm

Alec After returning home and having it given to Debbie, who had moved from him to help him, he was back in the car.

The city at that time of night was almost deserted. He put the 45 state by pressing harder on the accelerator, but could go as fast as he could not leave behind their fears.

reached the apartment of Rebecca in less than twenty minutes, put the keys he had taken from Alejandro jacket and opened the door.

With one hand he felt the wall to find the switch.

He looked around, stunned.

Everything was as she had left him before leaving for San Fernando. He advanced towards the table in the middle of the kitchen. Pulled toward the chair and leaned back.

He touched his fingers with the edge of the cup when he had drunk the night before Christmas Eve, he had gone to her to invite her to his house.

smiled, suspecting that Becky was not very good with the housework, given the disorder that reigned a little 'everywhere. But after a moment's heart sank, realizing he would never have been able to find out.

cast his eyes on a cinnamon biscuit, with only one bite and bite close to the forgotten bottle of milk left open, with the edges covered with a layer of greenish mold that smelled of cheese.

He sat down and, between the crumbs and dirty cups, unwrapped the parcel that the housekeeper of Rebecca had given him.

surprised She opened her eyes, turning in his hands an old book that smelled of closed and, judging by its cover, yellowing and the corners worn, must have had a number of years.

did not understand it now, but when he began leafing through it, he regretted having accepted that gift, for fear of not being prepared to immerse themselves fully in the world of Rebecca.

was his diary.

The first page lists the top on 14 September 1993. He was only eight years old when he started writing it.

smiled slightly and, with trembling hands, he began to read it excited. The minutes passed quickly, and row after row, the past is Rebecca's stuck on me, becoming part of him.

In those pages there all his life. Most of his happy memories were tied to his brother Todd. And only then he realized what was important to her.

Although he had never stopped loving her, he could not forgive her for having gone along with the criminal purposes of Yusupov.

But now, thanks to that diary, beginning to understand what he suffered when his brother took his own life and why he acted that way.

The last page had written the night he had met in Geneva, and the center of the white paper was just a name, his own.

Simply, Michael. No comment.

A sharp tingling in the groin's is reminiscent of the days I spent in Switzerland. Escape at night to go swimming, making love in a boat, eating fried chicken nuggets watching the fireworks.

closed the notebook.

He looked around, as if any moment he expected to see her appear with her cheerful smile.

In the house hung a silence that hurt the heart.

He walked towards the room.

the foot of the bed, thrown on the ground next to the green tights, recognized the red wool suit she had worn the evening before.

"God, how I miss you ..." murmured the voice softening to chase away the pain he felt. "No, I will not cry ..." he mumbled stubbornly, looking with pride to keep this tangle of feelings she did not want to give voice.

He took a pass and picked it up.

was soft and he knew her, as every object in that room.

He sat on the bed with her dress in her hands.

In recent days there were so many things to worry that she had not had time to think and read into it.

Talk to Alejandro to explain something he could not understand, and would not accept, was the most difficult time.

"Becky ..." he whispered with no voice on the verge of exploding.

He clenched his fists, thinking back to Christmas morning.

A when he woke up on the carpet next to her. The fire was extinguished and neither of them seemed out of place, or embarrassing, shake to find warmth.

They had breakfast together and Michael had cooked his famous pancakes with maple syrup, greeted with great enthusiasm from the small Alec that, after numerous unsuccessful attempts to Rebecca, could finally taste them .

remember having her home, and slapped his legs, giving himself for having believed dell'idiota when he told of having to go back to Maine from his family for the holidays.

no more defend crouched between her sheets and began to cry. He had held the pain inside brooded too long and now could no longer hide it. He had lost the woman he loved, and this time there was no possibility of remedy.

Part of him hated her.

Rebecca had hidden the truth again and for that reason he was furious with her.

If only he knew what he was trying to do with Ryan and Milorad, could prevent it from leave.

"What did you think of doing? Stupid, "he said, his voice breaking, his face hidden in her hands wet. "Stupid, stupid, stupid ..." repeated over kicking the blanket like a baby and holding her stomach with her arms.

did not care nothing of the past, and was willing to throw in the toilet all the misunderstandings and the evil that they were made just to hold it as before for even a moment.

He wanted her there, next to him.

wanted to caress her belly like Christmas Eve and tell her that she had never stopped loving her. The image of her alone in the cold ground, made him go crazy.

There was dying.

The phone began to ring, making him jump on the bed. The exact same sound that only three days earlier had torn apart her life.

turned it off without thinking twice.

had been Peter, his agent, to warn him of what had happened.

The ride to the police station in Dallas with bated breath, hoping that there was a mistake or that it was a stupid joke organized by Doggie.

That sense of lightness and euphoria felt in having learned that Ryan and Milorad were well and were on a special flight to the United States, had become a gunshot to his stomach, a Once you understand that Rebecca was gone.

The trip to Mexico, Lersik and the truth about the bastard. The absurd plan Cavic, and the fiction of her engagement with her Yusupov lead to a misstep.

The smell of death hung in the morgue when sitting on a chair in the hallway, waiting for John to recognize that the corpse of his daughter.

images forever seared into the soul, fragments of a truth that he would rather not know.

And while horror tormented him, slowly fatigue led him to close his eyes in that warm bed to hide traces of her.

Like a breath of wind, a whisper tickled the ear.

"Wake up love, it's me ..."

**

In Meanwhile at home Harvey

"John, Come to bed. "

Louise's voice asking him to come to bed, without consistency in the hall resounded now vacant. The man, sitting on the couch, reflecting on what he should do.

dropped her head, reclining backrest.

"Oh, Margaret ..." he whispered, without realizing it. After all these years thinking of the mother of Rebecca, leaving emotions that emerge from the past believed lost permanently.

But after what had happened to her daughter, she could not help it.

He had met during a business trip in France when he was little more than a boy, and he was immediately in love.

remembered in detail, as if it were only yesterday, that day on the beach. His beautiful blue eyes and sad smile, that no matter how hard he tried, he could not erase from his face.

Then he could not imagine that love would not have caused more that suffering. At all.

and encouraged by the life that she wanted to share with her, she was convinced that the love he felt was enough to make her happy.

But he was wrong and, try as she might, nothing was able to dry the sea of sadness that the woman carried in his heart, without him, nor anyone else, he understood the reason.

The birth of Becky had not done anything but make things worse. The state of apathy in which Margaret had entrenched had peaked the day he decided to leave all of them. Disappearing into thin air.

was not to blame.

Margaret was one of those people who can not be happy. We had tried for years, but how loved them unable to grow those two little ones who felt like a burden.

Li loved so much. But he could not deal with them.

For years John had hated.

But that night, he could not deny himself the love he felt for and that she'd never heard anywhere else. Not with the same intensity.

**

"Becky?" He asked, shaking his head, his eyes half shut. "Becky?" Repeated confused. "Becky! Becky! Becky! "He shouted, grabbing her by the shoulders and peering into the eyes to be sure it was really her.

clasped in his fingers and threw it on the bed, trapping it beneath him.

He could not keep the eyes bright with joy and rushed to her mouth, biting one, two, three times before calling again.

happy than he had ever been in his life.

But just tasted the lips, he realized that something was wrong.

raised from his face. And look at her eyes narrowed, baffled. That mass of soft red curls scattered on the pillow were the same as yours. He wore the same melancholy smile pasted on Christmas Eve.

He held her up on one elbow to not crush it with your other hand and stroked her side, hoping to recognize, with that gesture, the familiarity of his skin. And while trying to figure out, without taking his eyes off her, she lay still under the gentle touch of his fingers thin.

"Manchester ..." murmured, brushing the pelvic bone. "This is the vest you were wearing that night."

The boys nodded, tilting her head sideways. How would give him time to get there alone.

"I know you liked. You've never looked more like that night, "he said with regret and with a persuasive tone of voice that made his heart beat.

"Oh, Becky ..." he whispered, rushing on its mouth, stuck between her legs. But just touched it, tried again that strange feeling of unreality.

His lips were cold and tasteless.

"Who are you?" Asked scared and disappointed, rising again, while her fingers played with his hair ruffled.

"You're not my Becca, right?"

She moved her head slowly from side to side to say no.

Michael sighed, letting fall on her, and her face resting between her breasts and began to cry no more defense.

That shadow that smelled of violets and breathed on his forehead, "Calm down ..." to comfort him, stroking his hair.

"You're a dream," he asked slowing down, sobbing.

"Yes, but obviously you're not happy to see me. I bet you preferred a brunette with a fifth of bra and my back tattooed "joked giving him a slap in your face. "Am I wrong?"

Michael laughed while the tears flowed more slowly. Only she could make him smile even in difficult times.

"Can I kiss you," asked a bit 'so, finally aware of dreaming.

"I do not know Phelps. Where am I now rather tax on these things. "

Michael's eyes widened.

"I was joking. Sure you can kiss me, stupid! "He said with a slight smile, wrap your arms around his neck and rolling around with him between the sheets. "Otherwise what are dreams?".

cuddle the sensations caused fundamentally different than they remembered.

There was excitation and skin smelled of sweat not smell them mixed. On the lips of that shadow, smooth as frosted glass, there was no sign of his taste of the male, with a little embarrassment, stuck to the adored her taste her mouth.

was like making love to a cloud. Without sound, no color.

But at least he was there.

And it was all he could hope to retain with him.

's face Michael frowned. The frustration and resentment for having lost led him to spit that held the toad in his throat. She was angry with her for throwing his life without weighing the consequences. "Why did you want to make your head! You should not go to Mexico, you should not have! "

" Stop screaming! "Cried Becky, being defensive.

"I scream as I please! This is my dream and I do what I want, dick. "

He drew back, freeing himself from her embrace, and cuddling up on the bed, giving her shoulders.

"Mike ..."

The boy, headstrong, she pretended not to hear her.

Rebecca, lying at his side, reached over, grabbed his shirt and gently pulled him closer to them. And do not take him long to convince him to heat it up again.

The dropped the first buttons and pressed his lips to the base of the neck. That hot breath he died of rabies in less than a minute.

"Can we argue that even in a dream?" Muttered closing his eyes, and melted his soft kisses pout permanently.

"I know that you like," she said, smiling.

Michael's eyes widened.

He could no longer wait. Grabbed her head in her hands and forced her to watch it.

was serious. Very serious.

And also a bit 'agitated.

"Will you marry me, Becca?"

*

Emptiness.

eternal moment before a kiss, that feeling of victory and defeat that will dry your throat when you realize that the person you love reciprocates what you feel.

And your concept of happiness begins and ends there, in the breath of a trivial question what are you waiting to do for a lifetime. With my heart in my throat.

And you're a fucking afraid to say no.

Although, after the hell through which you passed around by hand, you're almost certain to be the only man who can make her smile.

*

inconsistent That shadow covered his mouth with his hand.

"Do not!" He warned, pointing the finger on the nose, "Do not do it or I swear ..."

But she could not do it and so useless after a hint of resistance, laughed my lungs, without himself.

'Well, not exactly the answer I was hoping for, but it is always better than a no, "said fuming, leaving the face and throwing himself back on the bed.

"Sorry ..." he said, still laughing, "Sorry, but ...."

was stronger than her and could not stop.

"But what? Find the idea so much fun to be my wife? "remarked the placing of new pout, offended by the reaction he did not expect.

"Mike ..."

This time the tone of the shadow play had stopped.

"What?" He muttered quietly.

Becky shook her wrists and opened her arms, laid her cheek on his chest.

"If this is not a dream, I'd say yes. A thousand times yes. "

Michael's eyes lit up with satisfaction, even if he wanted to do some 'the sustained for a little revenge.

"Now I must go."

"Go? Where? No! I will not! "

" I "whispered with my cheek still resting on his heart.

"No!" He insisted, determined not to wake up. He put a hand on her stomach and began to caress her, to try.

remembered as the real Becky wanted to be cuddled by his gesture and was willing to do anything not to see it vanish.

"Oh, Mike ... I gotta go. I have to. "

"I'll see you?" Asked resigned to not retain it.

"No".

Michael grew close, crushing it on the mattress, imagining, doing so can avoid losing it. But it was like trying to hug a butterfly without killing it.

"Please do not leave me!" Pleaded with the same tone of voice childlike and desperate, which Alec had turned to him for help.

"Do not I, Phelps. But you must promise me one thing. "

Michael raised his brow. "What?"

touched his mouth with his fingertips. Unlike those of Rebecca, his were warm and full of life.

"What I do not seek more. You have to forget about me, and go further. Do not look for me, Mike. Never again. "

jumped on the bed, his mouth wide open. Air breathed quickly, raising and lowering the chest. He opened the bedroom window and a bright light flooded the room, dragging him away the ghosts of the night.

was almost ten in the morning.

He ran a hand through his hair and looked at his shirt soaked with sweat and tears.

"It was a dream," murmured agitated.

He looked around, while the mind regained lucidity and calmed the beating heart. Then a thought there was room among others, on the rise.

"Now I know what I do," he declared safe and very determined, his eyes fixed on the dress of woven wool with linen.

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