His Timeless Wife!

Fictional/Romance/Time Travel

Fay Pov

I remember since I was a child having lucid dreams.

It always started the same, in the middle of nowhere in the hot blistering desert. All I can see is sand and more sand with no soul in sight.

For the first time, I was very scared to be alone, it gave me a sense of emptiness, even if I cried a lot and called out for my mother, or my father they would never show up. So every time I dreamt about the desert, I would pray for someone to show up.

About a few years later when I turned fifteen my long prayers for someone to show up, finally came true. I felt a hand on my shoulder, causing me to jump in fright. I think that was the first and last time I have ever felt someone touch me in my dream.

I turned to see a tall man about five inches taller than me. I can only make out his face covered with a strange black wrap, which I didn’t know was called a turban. He wears all black as well, and worn-out brown sandals made out of a strange material, almost as though they will be torn at any moment.

“Why are you here all by yourself?” he questions me, his voice is soothing and deep, almost familiar to me, not sure why. It has a slight accent though.

Did God finally answer my prayer? There's someone here with me after so many years.

I grew so nervous at the sight of the stranger, that I ended up crying from the sudden realization that someone finally came into my dream not feeling alone anymore. I am not sure why, but just his presence made me feel happy.

“I don’t know, I’m always here by myself, and I’m scared,” I told him. The older man kept staring at me for what seemed a long time yet somehow I knew he was studying me for some odd reason making me more nervous that I ended up rubbing my arm shyly looking down at the sand. The stranger slightly tilts his head to the side and chuckles lightly causing me to look up at him.

“Mister, why are you laughing?” I asked him. He shrugs his broad shoulders.

“Haven't changed! Come with me, I’ll bring you somewhere that will lighten your mood.” he offers. I went still and shook my head.

Haven't Changed? What does that mean?

“Have we met before? ” I tell him. I can feel him smile at me.

“You're Fay are you not? My Lady?” he states instead of questioning it.

“H.... How did you know my... Name? Also my lady? No one ever called me that... My dream is so weird." I was so confused by this. The stranger just keeps looking at me with a poker face. Yet his eyes are soft.

"You can call me... Mister. For now.” he simply said ignoring my surprise voice, but yet his tone gave me comfort. I arched a brow up confused by that.

Come on Fay this is a dream of course he would know my name.

“That’s a weird name for a man. Alright, if you want me to call you that. But I'm guessing you know my name because this is a dream am I right?” yet something flashes in his eyes, but he turns around placing his arms behind him.

"If you wish to think that way. Then My Lady follow me then, if you want to see something amazing. I promise I won’t harm you. If you want my lady I can protect you,” he suggested watching him walk further down leaving his tracks behind him. I took notice of how broad his back was, and the wind was picking up making his strange clothes move with it.

This is a dream, he won't harm me. Alright, but why do I feel like he's familiar to me?

“You will mister?” I asked him. I saw him nod in front of me.

“Forever.” As soon as those words passed his lips a shiver passed through me in a good way that I froze in my tracks looking at him with wide eyes.

Suddenly dark clouds appear from nowhere covering the blue sky, and a loud terrifying roar echoes the sky, causing my heart to leap in fright. The man stops in his tracks and turns to face me.

“I’ll see you soon my lady, remember I have a question to ask you and I'll wait for you!” he said, as a large man came out of nowhere behind him, wrapping his arms around Mister, my heart leaped out of me in pure fear as I watched in horror as this man yanked him so hard, that I felt my body pull back as well.

I awoke, with sweat and tears that first night as my heart ached at the sight.

Ten Years Later:

For the next ten years, my dreams with my Mister became real, as a normal day, Yet we never spoke of the first meeting we had when I was fifteen. I brought it up once, but he asked me to not ask, which is not the time.

As time went on, my dreams with him were now becoming less and less as I grew older.

“Mister, guess what,” I chimed while I stared at him, my best friend and the man I love deeply. I don't know how, but I fell in love with him as time went on, and realized this five years ago when I turned twenty and I had my first boyfriend. The moment we were going to kiss, I couldn't go through with it. I know this is stupid, but I thought I was betraying Mister. So I broke up with him at the spot, only to learn later on that he was only dating me due to a bet and he wanted to know how far I would go with him. I was heartbroken, but at the same time, I was relieved I ended it as I did. Heck, we only dated for three weeks, maybe it was the pressure from my friend that made me accept him or maybe I wanted to prove to myself that what I felt for Mister was all my imagination. How can I love someone that only appears in my dreams?

That was five years ago, and since then the only man I gave my time to is in my dream, Mister, how foolish I am.

“What?” he asked in that soothing tone while we sat near the river.

“Today I got my first job as a kindergarten teacher. I’m scared.” I told him. He turns his face, and once again it’s covered, but his eyes seem so tender when he looks at me. Yet when I'm awake, I can never remember his colored eyes, but that tender look he gives me never leaves my mind, is almost as though he treasures me beyond words or it could be me.

“Didn’t you want to become a person that cuts hair?” he asks me. I shook my head, pulling my legs up to my chest.

“Ah yes, but it didn’t work out, my wrist became messed up after a car accident. I wanted to tell you, but for some odd reason, I’m having fewer dreams about you and it’s hurting me.” I frowned. I am feeling disappointed at the fact.

His eyes narrow at my words, and looks at me worriedly.

“Are you alright? What happened?” he asks worriedly.

“Yes I'm perfectly fine, my brother was driving when he lost consciousness and he lost control of his driving and hit a tree pretty bad. My hand ended up twisting in a weird angle messing up my wrist. My brother is perfectly fine too, he just lost consciousness due to the lack of sleep, since he was staying up for a few nights due to finals.” I told him.

"I see, but I'm glad you two are doing fine. Don't overdo it. So this job, does it make you as happy as you sound?" he asks me. I nodded at him.

"I do love kids, so yes I am, and I'm excited." I smile at him, he lifts his hand placing it on top of my head. My heart skips a beat as he rubs the top of my head, but yet I don't feel anything. Wishing to feel the warmth of his hand. As I said, the only time I ever felt him was when I was fifteen and he touched my shoulder. Yet I couldn't help it, I smiled widely at him.

Why can't you be real Mister? I'm so stupid, I can't help but love you. You're my best friend in this world. God, why send me this man, if I can't even have him?

“You're attached to me haven't you?” he suddenly asks catching me off guard he never asked me this before. Blinking rapidly, I became nervous, rubbing my arm slightly, but nodded at him.

“You’re the only man that has ever heard me out, and always been supportive. Plus, I know lots of you as well. That you’re a single man, have no siblings, and your parents died in a tragic accident. You were raised in the desert, and your favorite color is brown, due to the sand, but you never tell me where exactly where you live. You don’t talk much, and you like to be by yourself. You’re very simple as well. My brother thinks I’m crazy because I don’t date any men.” I told him feeling my cheeks turning red.

“So you have fallen in love with me?” He asks. I swallowed hard and turned to look at him.

“Yes, I don’t know when, but I have. I love you so much, that I can’t stop thinking of you, and you make my heart flutter a lot, as well I love your company, and I want to be there for you as you’ve been next to me when I was going through so much in high school and college.” I admit to him. I can feel his smile, as his eyes warm up.

I blushed hard as my heart was racing.

"That's the first time I confess to someone, I know you're just my dream, but I can't help it. Do.... Do you feel the same?" I bashfully ask.

I swear I can feel him smile, his eyes just looking at me, not sure what he's thinking.

"Yes, I like you a lot My Lady, since the moment I met you. I love you, Fay!" My heart skipped a beat as I looked up at him wide eyes and nonbelieving.

“You? You love me?” I asked not believing this. He nods, as he moves his hand and gently brushes my hair behind my ear.

“Yes!” he simply said. I couldn’t believe it, how? I felt shy of all of a sudden.

“Years have passed and you haven’t aged a bit, but you love me? I.. I’m so happy.” I lifted my gaze to look at him.

“Aged a bit?” He mumbles, not understanding it, but he shrugs his shoulders and looks straight into my eyes.

“Marry me? Even if this is a dream, we still can get married here,” he said out of nowhere. My heart swells at his words, as I move to wrap my arms around him, but again, he becomes translucent, and I fall on the ground, as he frowns at the situation. I picked myself up and cleared my throat running my fingers through my wavy hair.

“I never know why I can’t touch you.” I felt my heart hurt.

“Me either,” he agrees, while the skies start to become dark once again knowing that our time is up, that man will take my Mister away like always. Panic reaches my heart, as he leans down and air kisses my cheek.

I closed my eyes, imagining the feel of his warm lips on my skin.

“Then will you?” he asks me again. I nodded, wanting to kiss him.

“Yes, I would love to marry you,” I said to him without hesitation. His eyes brighten up.

“When you come back, let’s get married, so at least you can become my wife in the dream world,” he said. I nodded, as I painfully saw the bad man taking my Mister once again.

Two years later:

I never gave up hope that we would meet up again. He has so penetrated my heart, that it sounds ridiculous, but I can’t live without him.

It took a year, on my twenty-sixth birthday to get another dream with him, and as soon as I arrived, I was in a white wedding dress in a church. He was waiting for me at the end of the aisle. Without hesitation or any time to see how I looked or admire my surroundings, I walked down the aisle in my dream, and a priest appeared from nowhere and married us. As soon as we said I do, we became husband and wife, he even gave me a wedding ring, a small simple gold one.

I couldn’t believe that in my dreams, I was his wife, and he was my husband. Now alone with him, since everything disappeared around, I felt nervous.

“Since we can’t kiss or touch, can we dance?” I asked him a bit bashfully.

He tilts his head a little as though he thinking over my words but nods at me. So he slowly removes his turban revealing his face to me. I was in shock, but I wish I could remember in my awake self that young face, not too young, but around his late twenties or early thirties.

(All I can remember is how shadowy it looks when I think back.)

“Where does that bad man take you?” I asked him while he wrapped his arm around my waist, and I closed my eyes, to imagine his touch. We circle, dancing to nothing.

“I don’t know, I just woke up as well. It’s scary because I don’t know if he has taken you as well,” he tells me. I lift my head, to look up at him in shock by his words.

"Wake? You wake up to?" I asked, he nodded at me, looking straight at my eyes.

"Yes, I try to look for you, but I can never find you My Lady, some places you mention are out of reach for me," he said to me as my heart began to hammer hard against my chest and I pulled back looking at him with shock eyes.

If he's trying to find me, that means he's real.

"I thought you were just a figment of my imagination or something, but you're real. I've known you for eleven years, but now you tell me this. Tell me your name, or where you live so I can go and find you?" I pleaded with him. He looks a little lost and hurt by my words.

"Eleven years? It has only been eleven years for you?" he asks me with disbelief.

“How long has it been for you?” I asked now confused.

“Only two years in a half,” he said to me. I blinked, moving away from him.

“Two years in a half??” I asked not believing this.

“How old are you mister?” I asked.

“Thirty,” he tells me as I cover my mouth looking at him as though he grew a second head.

“You’re so young, so you met me when you were only twenty-eight? I was only fifteen.” He blinks at me with a slight nod.

“Oh wow, this is very weird then,” I said, not getting it. The sky started to once again darken, and my heart leaps in panic.

“We will meet soon, I do promise you that my Lady!” he said, and this time instead of the bad man taking him, I felt two arms wrap around me. I look behind me and my eyes narrow in pure fear. That bad man had no face. A scream got knotted in my throat, unable to scream.

“This time, you won’t be able to save him!” the bad man, who has no hair said in a sinister voice and pulled me back and my eyes widened when I turned to see my Mister get swallowed up by two large doors, that I have never seen before.

“MISTER!”

That was the last time I ever dreamed of my sweet husband and the beginning of our story.