Mira. The name felt as foreign on Taylor's lips as it did familiar. If he closed his eyes he could still imagine her face. The way it use to look before she left before circumstance had taken her away from him. Bringing his hand to his chest Nathaniel feels the small hardwear beneath his shirt and allows himself a low sigh.
It is past midnight. Most of Terra Nova has fallen silent save for the occasional blip on his belts communicator, the voices of the midnight security group coming through . For now he will ignore it. Her eyes are what he remembers the most clearly. Exotic brown orbs staring at him intently as his fingers brush over the length of her cheek. She has made herself seem dangerous, unapproachable but Nathaniel remembers a time when she was as delicate to him as the very ecosystem that held their existence.
After a moment more he reaches into his shirt and takes out the necklace beneath the fabric. Out of habit the man takes a look around his empty office before pressing the small button at the edge of it. The chip blips and a moment later the holographic image of a woman appears. An image of Mira.
He remembers the last day he saw her. It had been hard not to touch the woman in public when she stood only a mere three feet from him. In the center of the shopping center he pretended to make small talk with her as she hovered over a small stand of strange looking fruit. She played along knowingly which added to the thrill of what both knew would happen later. She bid him goodbye minutes later and he forced himself not to watch the swing of her hips as she walked away.
After what seemed to be a never ending day he returned to his room to find her waiting at the edge of his bed. Without taking his eyes off of her he closed the door behind him locking the dead bolt but not moving. She rose putting her hands to the hem of her shirt lifting the garment over her head. He is beside her before she can move again his hands taking a hold of the woman's hips as he lifted her from the ground
She kissed him softly allowing his tongue to slip into her inviting mouth as her legs wrapped around his hips and for the next hour he was in heaven. Back then here was at least one night in the week he knew would end like this and it was just enough to keep him grounded. Knowing there was something solid he could reach for. Could touch.
Sliding a hand through his short hair Taylor looks away from the image before him. He had always been a light sleeper but with her it was as if her presence erased the very fears that had created the barrier between sleep and wake. She had somehow found her way out of his arms as she did every night only this time she never came back.
Returning the necklace Nathaniel rose from his seat. He would have to return to his empty bedroom sooner or late.