A Life Once Shared…
Chapter One
It started slowly at first. Flashes. Glimpses in to another world that John could easily put down to day dreaming and only when they became noticeable to others had he done anything about them.
Rose had noticed what she referred to as his mind wandering. He'd be talking to her and then stop mid sentence and it wasn't until she nudged him back to the present that he'd return to her. Speaking often wasn't sufficient to bring him back and a literal nudge became more and more common a means of getting him back.
She wasn't worried at first but when it seemed to happen every few days and then daily she started to do some research and she found something called Absence Seizures, the information she found had said it was most common in childhood but in so many ways John was a child.
He'd been with her for almost 3 years and while he looked and acted like a man in his mid thirties he was in fact not yet 3 years old. They were married and in the bedroom he was definitely a man but in many, many ways he was as childlike as her brother Tony.
He was a fabulous Uncle to Tony. He played with him for hours on end and they had learned together. That was one of the reasons Rose hadn't wanted to leave the mansion when they had got married. They had their privacy there as they had a self contained wing of the house to themselves with their own entrances, but she still had her brother and her previously dead Father near to her as well.
She'd nagged him in to seeing a doctor who in turn had referred him to a specialist and here they were seated in the waiting room and waiting for the results of numerous scans and tests. John wasn't worried, well a little but he was worried that they might give him something to make them stop. He had a theory and if he was right it mightn't be such a bad thing. He hadn't told Rose his theory and he didn't know whether he should or not. It might scare her or worse she might be jealous.
"John Smith."
His name had been called and Rose had nudged him,
"Away with the fairies again?"
"No just thinking." He looked at her worried face and felt guilty. He knew all too well that she was really worried. She had done all that researching and she had nagged him in to seeing someone and taken him to all the tests. Maybe he should tell her.
"John are you listening?" Rose asked.
They were in the office now,
"Do you remember coming in Mr Smith?"
It was the specialist speaking, of course he remembered coming in he had just been thinking!
"Yes, yes of course I remember. I'm sorry I was… thinking."
"This is what he is like Mr Vince, he has… absences."
"Not according to these results Mrs Smith. These tell us that his brain is working just fine; in fact at a very high level. There is no indication of any form or seizures taking place."
"So what is it then?" Asked Rose a little bemused.
"It's nothing. Mr Smith day dreams. Nothing to worry about at all."
After a few more questions Rose and John left and it wasn't until Rose was driving them home that she asked what he had been thinking about.
"So what was it?"
"What was what Rose?"
"What were you thinking about in Mr Vince's office? You were awfully quiet."
"Oh nothing much. I was wondering what he was going to say and just remembering things."
"What sort of things?"
"Just the past Rose, nothing important."
"About *him?*"
He sighed,
"Rose we agreed. When we talk about *him* we both get sad. You miss *him* and I, well I get jealous. It's not good for either of us."
Rose had pulled over just short of their private driveway and was doing her utmost to not lose her temper or cry.
"Well why won't you tell me?"
"I'm sorry Rose if I understood it a little better myself I'd tell you OK?" Maybe he would and maybe he wouldn't but he couldn't tell her what he thought he might be seeing yet. She'd have him sectioned for sure.
"If it gets any worse or anything else happens I'll see someone else, we could get a second opinion yeah?"
"We don't need a second opinion. I trust Mr Vince, he's the best but I wish you'd talk to me. Trust me even."
He swivelled in his seat,
"I do trust you. I, I would tell you if I understood it" he felt like he was digging his own grave with his mouth and changed direction, "How about we go home and I prove how much? We could go for a swim." He smiled encouragingly, swimming always ended the same way; "A hot shower after." He winked.
"You Mr Smith are incorrigible but don't think I've forgotten what we were talking about."
"How about I make you forget?" He lowered his hand to her thighs and ran his fingers up and down her inner thigh stopping just short of where he knew she would soon be feeling a pull for him.
She felt herself respond and slid the car back in to gear. When she pulled up outside their front door it was all she could do to stop herself from jumping him there and then, but mindful that Tony could disturb them they made their way indoors.
She knew he was buying himself time but the one thing she had never been able to do since that day on the beach almost 3 years ago was say no to sex with him.
They tore at each others clothing, the pool would still be there after this and they would swim and make love again but right now she needed him, and here in their hallway with her back pressed up against their front door was what she wanted.
She gasped as he entered her and held on to his bum as he pumped inside her. He wasn't absent now; he was with her in every sense of the word. Whatever was going on in his head could wait until she had soared with him. She screamed his name as she clamped around him and milked him.
He was still inside her as he carried her to the pool and they slid together in to its cool depths and then it struck him. If he could catch glimpses of *his* life was the mirror two way? Could *he* see and experience what he was doing with her? And if *he* could, could she?