It's funny how the most simplest of gestures can hold so much meaning. His eyes are still on mine and he's leaning down. We are just friends I know that, but for the briefest moment I hope for more. His head rests against my forehead and a shiver runs down my spine, I hope he didn't notice.
I'm sorry for stopping at the good part but I must tell you what led to this. Rachel and Peter told my parents that they were taking me to a retreat where my health would return more quickly. It took quite a bit of persuasion but the finally convince my parents and I was on my way to Scotland. I know what you are thinking, why Scotland why not France. Don't worry I'm getting there. There in Scotland stood a castle (Rachel & Peter had many connections) and this was where I spent the first month of my "get well" vacation. Guess who was also vacationing there? The one and only Gerard Butler. I always wanted to meet Michael Crawford too, but I didn't mind the switch. We became good friends. I was scared when they told me that he would have a huge ego or something that would make people hate him. But thankfully to my earlier assumptions on his character he was wonderful. I loved his accent. Of course, he was on vacation too so he couldn't spend all his time with a sickie like me but he did spend a fair amount. We'd walk the lands and he'd tell me about himself growing up there. Untold stories that no magazine or internet source told. He told me about the old legends that dwelled deep in the minds of many of the villagers. He seemed…well…relaxed probably is the right word. He still had some obligations there such as some family and friends, which he introduced me to. But all and all he didn't mind me. I might go as far as saying that I had become his friend. Even if Rachel and Peter were kidding about Erik-although I truly hoped they weren't- I had amazing experiences in Scotland.
But soon the time came where Rachel and Peter were to take me to my next destination….Paris.