Juliet was nervous and she had begun to have second thoughts about her decision to meet with Wesley. "What am I doing? This is insane. I hardly know this man and I am sneaking around school grounds to meet with him. I could lose my job if I am caught," she thought, as she stopped and looked up to the top of the stairwell of the tower. "I should leave…just turn around and go back to my quarters and ….," Juliet closed her eyes and took a deep breath to trying to calm herself. The fact that it was winter and given the castle wasn't the warmest place to be, taking a deep breath was like inhaling shards of glass. But, as she inhaled she noticed the air was warmer than usual; by the time she had reached the top of the steps she could no longer see her breath as she exhaled. Taking another deep breath….she noticed the air was soothing and it had a sensual aroma. "Wonderful….that smell… its lavender…, but where is it coming from," letting her curiosity drive her she moved closer to the doorway. Before she could reach for the door a warm breeze blew and the door to the tower opened slowly. Juliet stepped inside and was captivated by the beautiful garden glowing in the moonlight. She quickly looked around searching for it's creator and saw Wesley sitting underneath the oak tree where he had left her standing just day's earlier.
"Oh…Wesley this is beautiful! It's just like being in the garden. What a wonderful surprise."
"You said the garden was your favorite place and I knew I had to see you again, so I though, what better place than the place you love to be," Ron said, as he smiled at Juliet and took her hand. He slowly led her over to a blanket he had laid on the ground by a small stream. Ron sat on the blanket first and reached up to take Juliet's other hand.
"Come sit with me. There is no one to rush us... we have all night and I have waited, for what seems like an eternity, just to talk to you again."
Juliet took his hand and sat beside him. As he lay on the blanket, Ron rested his head on one hand and looked up at her eagerly waiting for her to speak. He loved the sound of her voice. To him, it was intoxicating.
"Wesley, Thank you…this is more than I could have imagined. But you didn't have to go through such trouble for me."
"Ahhh….alas, I would descend the circles of hell and fight off ghastly demons to see you smile as you did when you entered the garden tonight."
Smiling, Juliet ran her fingers through Ron's hair and brought her hand to rest on his cheek. "You are a very interesting person Mr. Wesley Roland, where have you come from? Are you here to steal my love and break my heart? Or, are you the one I have been searching for?
Ron's heart raced and he could feel his palms getting sweaty. His stomach began to knot and he had flashes of his nightmares run through his head. He could see her running from him in a crowd of people. "Could she know…does she dream of me too," he thought. At that moment he opened his mouth to speak, but his words were silenced by the touch of her lips.