Chapter 42: Meet the James's

Michael’s POV

The sky was abnormally bright. The sun’s rays seemed to imitate Havana's soft locks. There she was, smile still as enticing as ever. I had never seen anything so raw and perfect. It was as if her smile, her essence was its gentle melody.

"Havana."

The word was breathless. It was hard to breathe seeing her like this. There wasn't a scar or blemish ruining the perfect image of her. Being this perfect should be a crime yet here she was so effortless.

I reach out my hand to caress her gentle face, but she was just out of reach. I don't remember us being so far from one another.

"Havana."

I call again, but this time more desperate to reach her. The scene changed all too quickly, the perfect image of her gracefulness and beauty fading into the abyss. The dark seemed to cover the light and take its place in the sky.

I reach for Havana again, but she’s gone. The golden locks and familiar face clocked in the darkness. I couldn't lose her again. I wouldn't lose her again.