Chapter 43

Presea and Regal

Presea wished Regal didn't have to work so much, he was always out at work. She knew he needed to be there but someone ran it while he was gone. Couldn't they just take over again and he could stay with her? She knew it hadn't been long since she had started staying with him but she had known him for two or three years now.

Presea got up and got her sketchbook, she flipped to a new page. She let her mind control the movements of her pencil. A young girl appeared on the right of the page. An older man was located on the other side of the page. The young girl was sitting in a chair and looking down as if she was sad. The man was sitting at a desk covered with papers. She knew it was selfish of her to want him all to herself but she did anyways. The details of the picture grew very close and personal to her. The girl now had pigtails like hers but not pink. The man had long blue shaggy hair much like Regal's. The girl was crying with her head in her hands, the man appeared to be working but if looked at closely could be seen daydreaming of the girl.

Presea shut the book and left it on the table as she heard footsteps coming towards the room. She leapt and sat on the couch as Regal entered the room.

"Hey Presea."

"Hi." She said in an almost drowsy tone.

"You sound tired, you sleep well?"

"Not really, I think I'm going to go lie down."

"Ok."

Presea went off and curled up on the bed. Regal put his briefcase down and saw her sketchbook on the table, he sat down and opened it. He saw a drawing of a beautiful young girl, she was smiling brightly. He noticed many of her features resembled Presea's. He turned the page and saw a tall man with long blue hair, he realized it looked like himself. He turned the page and saw a picture of another man, this one not resembling him as much but he was pretty sure it was supposed to be him. In the man's arms was a young girl, she looked a tiny bit like Presea. But once again he was fairly sure it was supposed to be Presea. The next page showed a girl kneeling at a grave, a bouquet of roses in her hand. She was crying, her teardrops streaming down her face. Then he turned the page to find a picture of a man at an office, which he assumed was him. As he looked at the rest he noticed the man was daydreaming or thinking about a young girl. He noticed the girl he was thinking about was on the other half of the paper. She was short and looked a lot like Presea. He saw she was crying and upset sitting in a chair, he realized the chair was identical to one of the chairs in his living room. It was the chair that Presea sat in everyday while he was at work.

Regal turned the page but saw no more drawings. He knew what the pictures meant, she loved him more than he had realized. All she thought about was him all day while he was gone. He knew it must be hard for her to wait for him everyday. He decided the one of the girl in the chair and the man at work must mean she wanted him with her. But why? Did he mean that much? He couldn't figure out what the grave meant though, he flipped back to it. He looked closely at the tombstone. He could see the writing, it read Alicia Combatir. He noticed that there was another tombstone it had her name on it, but it didn't read Presea Combatir, it read Presea Bryant He was taken aback for a moment, he collected his thoughts though he was still confused.

Did Presea want him to kill her? That couldn't be, did she think he was going to kill her? What was she thinking? That they were going to be wed? Why would she even think such a thing? But then he realized something odd about it, how could Presea be mourning her own death? He looked closely at the girl's features her features were very much like his own, but her hair was pink like hers. Did Presea think they would get married have a child and then she would die? The girl couldn't be more than eleven. He went into the room where she was and sat down next to her.

"Presea?"

"Yeah?"

"What did you mean by those pictures you drew?"

"You saw them?" She said nervously.

"Yes."

"I didn't mean that…I don't think you'll…"

"Presea, what do they mean?"

"Which ones?"

"The one with a grave."

"Oh that one…" She said as if she were about to start crying.

"Presea are you okay?"

"Yeah it's just, those visions…"

"What are you talking about?"

"Those visions Alicia had…"

"What about them?"

"Well I never told anyone but…"

"But what?"

"I had some too, and they came true…"

"So?"

"I had one about us…"

"And?"

"We got married and had a baby girl, then I…" Her eyes began welling up with tears.

"You what?"

"I got very ill and died…"

"Presea…" He said looking deep into her eyes.

"Regal, I know that they're true…I can't stop them. That's our future, it's going to happen and we can't stop it."

"Presea, don't say things like that…even if it is fate…"

"What?"

"If that is truly what will happen then we can't stay together."

"But I can't Regal, I love you."

"I know, and I feel the same. But I'm already responsible for your sister's death, I won't be held for yours."

She wrapped herself around his shoulders and started to cry uncontrollably. She let the hot tears flow down her face as they had wished to since she had come to him.

"Presea, are you sure they always came true?"

"Yes…" She said as she sniffled and felt his hands on her head. He turned her face to his.

"Presea you need to listen, I know you love me very much and I feel the same way about you but we have to spilt apart. I don't want it but if we don't you know what can happen."

"I don't care, if staying with you for as long as I can means dying I'll chose death."

"Presea, you can't do that. I don't want this either but we have to."

"Can't we stay together until we talk about marriage?"

"No, it will be even harder to stop seeing each other then."

"I guess I'll get going now…"

"Presea…you can stay one more night…"

She wiped her eyes and smiled at him, she leaned into him and raised eyebrows as she became surrounded in a bright light. Before he knew what was going on he saw the more mature and older looking Presea beaming down at him with a grin spread across her face. She lie down and onto him, she kissed his face and ran her fingers through his hair.

"Presea…"

"I love you Regal."

He couldn't help but smile at her cute face. He couldn't have her until he died but he could have her until tomorrow.