Hello everyone! I just wanted to say thank you for reading my story. I also wanted to let everyone know that Brianna is an original character. Please feel free to leave a comment. Thanks, StartTheCar
Brianna stood there watching Galahad pull his gray suspenders over his shoulders.
"Love, are you sure you want to meet this man that supposedly looks like you," questions Brie. "What if this is a trap of some sort?" Brie had to convince Galahad not to visit this reclusive caretaker of the Library. If only should could convince him to stay home; she wanted get a look at this man without her husband around. She just needed to prove to herself they were not the same person. She only knew of two spells that could split a person in half. Both spells consist of both halves touching in order to make them whole again, but only one would make them cease to exist anymore a risk she could not take. Fear of the unknown slowly made its vicious attack on Brie bring her to the brink of madness…I cannot live without Galahad…not again.
Memories of the first time they met by the lake came flooding back. The way he presented her with the purple wild flower with his mellifluous voice hoping the simple flower would bring her hope in moments of despair…and how did that simple gesture broke her out of her own confinement. Her love for that man only grew from that day forward.
After he adjusted his suspenders he slowly walks to Brie, "I know you're worried, love. Listen, if you or I feel uncomfortable at any moment we'll leave," Galahad reaches for Brianna's hands placing a kiss on the back of each one. "Even if he does resembles me."
Feeling the warmness of his kiss make its way up her arm and into her heart she begs, "Just promise me one thing…even if it sounds like I'm a nutter."
A soft smile cross his lips as his eyes gazes at his beautiful wife lovingly, "Anything." A simple but true answer…he would do anything for Brianna. She was the one who created a beautiful life…a beautiful marriage; it was easy to be madly in love with her…to want to help her ease her anxieties.
"I know I sound silly, but I fear this maybe a trap. Don't shake his hand…in fact don't stand too close to him." She knew she sounded like a paranoid crazy wife, but she didn't care.
Staring at his wife as she made this strange request thinking she sounded exactly like a nutter he just nods his head, "Okay." Knowing it would be difficult not to shake hands of someone he just met, but he would do just that if she wanted him too.
Brie let her husband pull her into his arms; she lays her head on his chest smelling at first the clean scent of his button up plaid gray shirt then his manly musk smell she pulls him closer to her. She knew as her arms wrapped around him it would be the last embrace they would share; she reaches up to wipe the tear that escape her eyes not wanting Galahad to see how scared she truly is.
"Let's go…it's going to be alright," he releases her keeping his hands on her shoulders, "Okay?"
Looking upon his face trying to remember every line, every little imperfection, the color of his deep brown eyes she sighs, "Okay."
~xxx~
Jenkins still wondering what his dream meant; he couldn't help but wonder if it was a memory or just a dream. In his heart he couldn't help but feel it was a suppressed memory of a lost love. His only concern was why was the dream centered on the look a like's wife. Could she actually be the one in his dream? Could she still look the same after a thousand years? Or was it just because of what he witness last night…her in a comprising position…moaning his name. He had questions, but no answers. The only answer he did have was he interested in her…another man's wife…just like his father. He despised his father and everything he believed in, but here he was dreaming about another man's wife.
Jenkins pulls his gray suspenders over his shoulders when he heard a knock on his door pulling him out of his thoughts. He looks into his mirror one last time to check if his gray bow tie was straight; Opening his door to a nervous Cassie, "Cassandra" confused as to why she would be at his door he looks to see if anyone else was around. No one ever came to his bedroom, and he never invited anyone to his private bedroom at the Library. "Can I help you?" He watches as she lifts her head her eyes shift from looking at her hands as she nervously picks at her bright green finger nail polish; seeing her large beautiful blue eyes a loose strain of soft red hair gently falls over her eyes; wanting desperately to tuck away the wild strain of hair behind her delicate ear.
"I just wanted to apologize about last night." Feeling incredibly guilty for touching Jenkins without permission even though she just wanted to touch his hair. Her true embarrassment stemmed from pulling the taller man down by his tie then pulling him to sniff his hair. She was a math girl! Not a silly schoolgirl with a crush. She was smart…but so stupid at the same time. She could have asked him anything; he was over a thousand of years old. He has seen the rise and fall of many great nations. He traveled the world; he met important historical figures, and what does she ask what conditioner do you use? "Could you forgive me?"
"It's alright Ms. Cillian. I forgive you." Jenkins watches as a sweet smile crosses her lips.
"Thank you," before she could stop herself Cassandra reaches up and hugs the older gentleman.
Jenkins stumbles back a little then catches his himself before falling backwards. The sweet smell of her strawberry shampoo invades his senses as his heart beats faster when he felt through his shirt her firm breast pressed up against his chest. He wraps his right arm around Cassandra's smaller stature refusing to bring his left arm around for fear it would leave him wanting more from this encounter. Hearing a door slam that echoed throughout the Library Jenkins and Cassandra release each other. "I think our guests are here, Ms. Cillian"
"I think you're right."
Walking together down the long hallway to the annex in silence Jenkins couldn't help but think he should be dreaming about someone like Cassandra. She's intelligent, interesting, and most importantly not married to another man. She was interested in him even asked him on a date, but he refused because of a vow he made to a woman that did not return his affections. Lost in his thoughts he never realizes he said nothing as they walked down the long hallway leading to the annex. As they turned a corner they came face to face with the annex double doors, Jenkins opens the door for Cassandra to enter before him.
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Galahad and Brianna's stretched black limo pulls up next to an aging Buick station wagon. Brianna sat looking out the window unknowingly biting her lip until she released her bottom lip feeling the familiar pain. She could feel the Library its power ripple of electric vibrations pouring into its soundings.
"I don't know if we are in the right spot? I gave the driver the address the Librarians gave me."
"We are in the right spot, Galahad."
Galahad turns his head to question his wife when the tall black hair limo driver opens the door. "Thank you."
Brianna slides to the open door presenting her hand to her husband to help her out the limo. On the outside of the library were Flynn, Braid, Jake, and Ezekiel smiling at them. She couldn't help but hate their smiling faces and wish they had never met; not willing to give up the man she loved for over a thousand years just yet. She turn back to the limo realizing she would not need her purse when she saw a weeping willow between two stone pillars holding up the bridge overhead. Staring at the tree as wind blows the branches slightly making the lushes green leaves dance on the ground in a sweeping movement; realizing it will be reminders such as these that will make her slowly go insane with grief.
"Brie…Brie! Brianna!"
Not realizing her name was being called because she was deep in thought she finally turns around when she hears her full first name. "Yeah."
"Ready to go inside," ask Galahad with a smile on his face.
Of course he would be excited to see someone who looks like him and not wonder at all what could this mean for him. Of course she would have to be the one that would have to suffer from his lost as she suffered so many losses before, but she did not complain she just nods her head walking closer to her husband as he held out his arm for her to grab.
Galahad and Brie follow the librarians into the annex dodging the spider webs walking deep into the annex until they were in the workroom. Looking around the room seeing the different work areas she scans the room of its artifacts until her eyes rested upon the full-length mirror. She notices her husband walking to the long table in the middle of the room with his back to the broom closet when something caught her attention; her eyes examine an old leather book with edges of the pages yellowing she didn't need to open this aging book to know what it was…it was her diary; sitting right on top of someone's work station. The memories of receiving the diary as a gift flooded her thoughts she didn't hear the doors open or two new people enter the annex.
"AH! Here is Jenkins now, Mr. Galahad," informs Flynn.
He stood near the large work-table as he watched the older gentleman walk in wearing the same outfit as he was wearing down to the same gray bow tie; a smile touches his lips, "Hello, Mr. Jenkins."
Jenkins held onto Cassandra's hands as he enters the room having her walk with him to greet his look alike. Galahad was younger fewer wrinkles marking his face; his black hair styled like his, but with few gray hairs at his temples instead of a full head of white hair.
Cassandra couldn't help but smile as they looked as if they were father and son that decided to wear the same outfit for a family outing.
Keeping his Cassandra by his side he nods his head, "Good morning, Galahad."
Brianna didn't move, she stared at the book in front of her simultaneously want to read and destroy at the same time. Her life story before, during, and after being rescued from the cave; the scent of damp dirt reeked from its leather covering made her stomach turn.