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Date Posted: Wednesday, January 11, 02:56:36pm
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's message, "All of Me" on Wednesday, January 11, 02:54:40pm
Walking down the sandy beach alone, Nikita felt at peace. Gazing at the water as the sun began to set, she smiled and inwardly thanked Melanie for arranging this vacation for her. Nikita was a struggling musician who was always looking for that one big break, a break that so far had never come. Melanie Johnson, her manager, had offered the use of her villa in the south of France as an escape from the funk she had been in for months. Nikita had never been to France, she'd never really been anywhere, so this trip would be a welcome change for her.
Stopping to dip her toes into the water, she turned and faced the sea. The sunset was incredible and brought tears to her eyes. So serene and exquisite, the view was one she would never forget as long as she lived. The water danced upwards as if to welcome the sun home. 'Home' she thought. For so many years, home was where she laid her head for the night - that is until she found Melanie.
Melanie had taken her in, helped her get her life together and Melanie was the one who had encouraged her to become a musician. Her voice was rough and husky but also soft and smooth, and Melanie thought Nikita had that special something to make it in the music business. Because she was convinced of this fact, Melanie had dragged her to every audition she heard of but Nikita's lack of confidence, and nervousness while singing in front of other people, had kept her from being taken seriously. Melanie had put the band together and, deciding she would go it alone without help from the industry, would make it her lifeís goal to make sure that Nikita achieved her dreams.
Melanie was independently wealthy and spared no expense to ensure that Nikita had everything she needed, whether she felt she needed it or not - like this trip for instance. Melanie had sensed Nikita's frustrations and decided it would be good for her to take a break and get away.
Strolling along the beach, Michael Samuelle stopped and looked out at the sea. This place held a special meaning for him. As a child his family vacationed near here, and he hadn't been back to this beach since he was a young boy. He smiled at the memory of his maman and a story she had told him came flooding back to his mind as if it had taken place just yesterday.
"Michel, when I was a young girl, I came to this very beach with my maman. She told me that it was a very special place for it held special powers."
"What kind of powers maman?" Michael remembered asking.
"This place, this beach has been a meeting place for lost souls. My maman met my papa here and they fell in love and got married right here on the beach. When I was a young woman, I too fell in love and married on this beach."
"You met papa here?" a young Michael had asked.
"Yes sweet one, this is where your papa and I were married. Someday, maybe you will return here when you've grown, and maybe even meet the woman who you will marry."
"Oh maman, girls are gross." Michaelís words of long ago now brought a smile to his face.
"Someday my son, you will come to appreciate girls and I hope that you find the partner to your soul that will make your life as complete as mine has been."
Michael felt the water trickle over his bare feet and was broken out of his reverie. He sighed, as he felt an ache in his chest, for his parents had been killed in a car accident a few years later. The last memory of his time at this beach was when his maman had told him that story.
With his arms crossed in front of him, he continued to stroll down the beach. After walking for half an hour, he saw the outline of a woman ahead of him and stopped in his tracks. Her silhouette against the setting sun was breathtaking. She was tall and lean and had long white blonde hair that flew behind her with the wind. Without seeing her face, he knew she would be beautiful. Without hearing her voice, he knew she would speak like an angel. Without touching her body, he knew she would have soft silky skin that would make his hands tremble from the slightest touch.
Broken out of her own reverie, Nikita felt the presence of someone close by. It was a comforting feeling, one that made her feel safe in the presence of a complete stranger. Without looking, she knew he was there. Without seeing, she knew he would be handsome. Without hearing, she knew his voice would wash over her like a calm wind. Without touching, she knew he would be strong yet soft. As the stranger drew near, she turned to meet his gaze. Both were struck by an overwhelming sense of knowing. He was no stranger to her, as she was no stranger to him. Never having seen each other before did not matter, for each of their souls cried out as they recognized the other.
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