The Last Stop

"Good," Tha Doctor said with a warm smile. "Now listen..."

Not that I had much of a choice, anyway.

"Me can help you get to your gal pal, but only when her eyes are closey-closey and her breathing snore-y," Tha Doctor explained. One could tell I was not very enlightened.

"She doesn't snore," I said, defending her by instinct.

"Actually on days of exceptional fatigue, she does," The Doctor retorted matter-of-factly.

I said, "Stop talking about your own girlfriend," to which Tha Doctor could only blush.

But he quickly shook it off. "Right," he said. "Now listen, me can help you enter her dreams. For a final message of shorts."

"What is this?" I asked cautiously. "Some form of black magic?"

I was greatly taken aback when he whooped, "Of course it is!" I paused, my morals suddenly alive and breathing. Just like my fear.

"You mean... you mean..." I said like a broken record, taking tentative steps backwards in the process. As though to run away.

"Me means me can do magic and me is black! Haha!" Tha Doctor pronounced with a flourish. "Chill maan, no evil heebiedajeebie here."

"Oh," I sighed with a grin, and took two confident steps forward. "Okay good. So I can enter her dreams? That all?"

Tha Doctor appeared offended. "Well, you can walk around in it too. Talk..."

"Right. So what are my other two choices?"

The Doctor gave me the look salesmen give customers who barrage them with questions about an item and end up not buying it. "You can spiritually be at your funeral. Or me can send you straight to heaven or hell, depending on God's Will."

I thought about it. But only for novelty's sake, for I had already made up my mind. "I'll take the first one...."

There was a whoosh accompanied by a blinding green light, suggesting the patriotism of Tha Doctor.

I was in a forest, misty yet lush. The green of the leaves and the grass was strong and alive. Yet a mist veiled the air, giving it a very dream-like appearance. She was there, dressed in flowing white silk. She was so pure and beautiful.

I took a step towards her, causing her to turn. As I caught her in my eye, I was moved to gasp. She was a goddess, and I found myself dumb. I was dumbfounded. She on the other hand, smiled weakly, and walked towards me. I felt like the entire world was watching my every move.

Here I was, in her dreams, and I did not know what to say. Well, except, "Hey you..."

Her voice was the gentlest caress, "Hey..." I could see her eyes red and swollen. She had been crying. Somehow, to know that my absence could make her cry made me both happy and sad at the same time. "I've missed you so much."

And I managed to reply, "I've missed you too. So much. You are in my mind all the time." My words came from some uninhibited depth of my heart. And from that same depth, an idea came upon me. An idea that didn't quite come with reasoning or logic.

"Take my hand. I wanna show you something."

Tentatively, she placed her hands in mine. She trusted me, and as cold as her hands were, I could feel the warmth they really meant.

Somehow I knew I could do what I did. I summoned memories, and I brought her into them... As me.

I showed her the time when I first laid eyes on her. She was acting in a play, and she was the most beautiful thing I've ever laid eyes on.

I showed her my first outing with her. And she could feel how nervous I was. How I wanted to show her a good time.

I showed her the night after our first date. My empty loneliness. How I thought of her...

I showed her every memory I have of her. And, uninhibited, I let her feel every emotion I felt everytime I was arounf her. How I wanted to protect her. How I wanted to shield her from all the bad things that happen in this world. How perfect she was to me. She even felt my jealousies, my insecurities. But the emotions I had for her were bigger than those. And I let her feel that.

After that, I let go of her hand. She was crying harder, and my heart melted at the sight of it. I wanted so much to hold her and tell her I would be there for her.

But I knew I had to leave soon.

"You're perfect to me, and I love you so much. But I have to let you go..."

"I thought you didn't love me, that we were just friends?"

"I've loved you for longer than you ever imagined. How can I stand here with you, and not be moved by you?"