Life Eludes Him (4 page)

Once upstairs and in his dark living quarters, I waited by the fireplace. The cold air penetrated me to the bone. In my solitude I longed for his presence, wished for his touch, his life, his warmth. As if on cue, he entered the room.

The fire roared to life, raising goose bumps over my chilled body. I spun around to greet him. Dressed as he was before, he made his way over to me and smiled. I was not sure what came over me, but I moved to him, embraced him in a hug and held him to me for some time.

“What was that for?” he chuckled, leading me by the hand over to the chair. Once I was comfortable, he knelt beside me and looked into my eyes.

“I studied you and your history,” I said. To be quite honest, I’m burdened with sorrow.” I held back the tears, but the crack in my voice revealed my feelings.

“It is the past,” he coolly replied. Stroking my hair gently, he sighed. “It is not something I can, nor you, should dwell upon.”

The whispered words I answered never came from clear thoughts formulated, they came from my heart. “I care about you and…” I studied his face for any change of expression. “I think it’s more than caring, too. You see, when I come here, I feel like I belong. I don’t feel like an outsider. To me, this is home. I want it to be home. I miss you when I am not here. I’m saddened by your life and love the life you bring here, but…I don’t know. I’m confused, yet I understand completely.” A single tear escaped my eye and ran a wet trail down my cheek.

He wiped it carefully from my face and smiled. “You remind me of my beloved wife. If I believed in reincarnation, I would say you were her, returned to me.”

“Uh…” Not knowing what to say, my mouth closed. Realizing he was from an earlier time, when chivalry played a part in society, I leaned into his arms and kissed him tenderly.

He reciprocated and gently pulled my head closer to his.

The touch of his hand sent waves of heat through my body. My breathing quickened, almost panting, as my desires heightened in his embrace.

He stood, pulled me to him and seized me up into his arms and led me to the bedchamber across the hall. Opening the door with a slight kick, he entered the room and gently placed me upon the bed. This room was just as extravagant as the living area; rich burgundy linens spread across the bed, the bedposts were thick and made of mahogany, the vanity was hand-carved with flowers and ivy vines and cherubim. The room glowed with candlelight. The scent of sweet flowers permeated the air and wafted into my nostrils, making my mind whirl.

I pulled him to me and trailed kisses over his face, across his cheek and down his neck. My cheeks heated.

His hand drifted over my waist, up to my breast and cupped it there, massaging my chest until he heard a moan escape me.

His gentle kiss warmed my soul, filled my heart with rapture and my body with carnal desire. I wanted him and right then. I breathed in his ear, “Please, make love to me.”

And oh, he did!

We made love and fell asleep in each other’s arms, entangled in a heap of entwined flesh, all of it solid as life. I believed a smile rested on his face most of the evening.

My decision was made.

In the morning, I awoke with him by my side—still in solid flesh. He had brought red roses to the room and placed them on the sheet over my belly. I noticed them immediately and expressed my gratitude. After holding each other for some time, we thought it best to get started on the manor right away. Once dressed, I kissed him farewell and departed. My task was to place a petition to stop all demolition plans of the residence and draw up details for a legal battle.

As expected, months passed. But while waiting for the results, I spent my time with Chesley and worked on renovating the house. Landscapers beautified the grounds, returning it to its original condition. I had professionals restore the paintings, carpenters replaced soft spots in the flooring and cleaners made sure everything was in order. As Chesley had it, so it was again. I snapped pictures and shipped them off to the lawyers, adding to my plea for reconsideration.

The bittersweet day finally arrived. The news came in the form of a telephone call with my boss on the other end.

“I heard it through the grapevine that you won the petition and have been granted ownership of a historical site,” his voice expressed barely concealed excitement. “I honestly didn’t think you would get it, but I did what I could on my part.”

“I owe you, big time!” I nearly burst into tears. Relief flooded me, relief for Chesley, but more a long overdue justification for me. “You’ve been so good to me!”

“No, Claire.” He chuckled. “I think you’ve been rather good to me actually.”

“I’ll still work for you as long as I can, if you so choose,” I proffered. It was the least I could do for a man that helped me beat the system.

“As long as you wish.” His voice reflected an unseen smile.

Though I was slightly prepared for it, the official news hit me like a ton of bricks. When I told Chesley the good news, he took me into his arms, swirled me around like a child playing at a schoolyard and hugged me tight. I had arranged to move in months ago, but I had a few things to wrap up in my life back home. No, I decided, having thought about it, this place, here with Chesley, is my home. Here was where I would gladly stay, too.

The government granted us funds to turn the manor into a museum when my death approached. After seeing the achievements that we made, the townspeople accepted my efforts of saving the residence, perhaps in recompense for what their ancestors had done, or possibly thanks to Mr. Verner’s efforts in keeping its restoration up to requirements.

Whatever the case may have been, I lived a long, happy life with him. And nearing my eighties, but looking not a day over thirty years old, I felt my life reach its end.

Chesley’s warm gaze drifted into the depths of my soul and took away all my physical pains of aging. He gently swept me into his arms and asked if I wished to stay there with him or go on to a greater world.

With my last living breath, I whispered, “With you, my world
is
great.” Together, we coexisted, the living and the undying, in the manor, until we decided it was time to ascend. Together, we happily went to the great beyond, hand in hand, as any love-stricken couple would.

Writing is one hobby of many that, author, Jen Suits loves to do in her spare time. She paints award-winning fantasy and science fiction miniatures, Egyptian hieroglyphs, attends charity fund-raisers, gives to those less fortunate when able, and dreams big! Jen shares her time with her close family and friends, who she often finds to be wonderful inspiration of her romantic and playful sides. Also in her spare time, she enjoys role-playing games and explores online gaming.