Tamah

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After that first movie, we watched a few other together as well. We laid next to each other on the bed as we did. During the first movie, we had had a bit of space between us, but as we continued to watch, that space disappeared. At first we simply ended up so our sides touched, but eventually our fingers were braided together.

Between the movies, we talked a bit about them. Mirai asked about my thoughts and opinions. But we didn't talk about me or the vision Mirai had shown me before again, though I knew the movies she picked, she picked for a reason.

After that first one, there was another about a person who did bad things but, in the end, did good things. It also showed how people had been mean to him when he had been a child. The movie was drawn and felt less serious than the first one. The person also didn't look like a human, his head was weirdly shaped and he was blue, and that made me wonder if people treated him poorly because he looked weird.

The next was about a green creature that stole a bunch of presents from a village but he gave them back after having been shown kindness. He had also been mistreated as a child.

When Mirai put on the fourth one, about a rather weirdly shaped man that had a bunch of yellow creatures working for him, I understood why Mirai picked the movies she did. All of the people the movies were about could be considered bad people, but truly they weren't, and the bad things could be traced back to how someone had wronged them. All of them also changed their ways and ended up doing good things because of kindness shown to them and to protect people they cared about in different ways. And in the end, all of them were forgiven for their past wrongdoings.

But I wasn't the same. If nothing else, because the wrongs I had done were so much worse. They weren't things that could be forgiven, that should be forgiven. So even if they were caused by someone else doing me wrong first, that didn't matter.

I didn't tell her that though. I reasoned I didn't because I didn't want to crush the hope I knew she harbored. And the truth was that I hoped I was wrong and she was right.

The dream I had that night wasn't terrifying in the slightest, only weird. I was in the forest from the vision Mirai had shown me. She was also there, but so were the people from the movies. They all talked to me. Said the same thing. To come back. If it hadn't been for that the people looked weird standing next to each other, the dream likely would have been creepy. There was something eerie about being told to come back over and over. But the ridiculous mix of people washed away any fear the dream could have caused.

It felt quite incredible waking up from the dream. No fear, no worry. I rather felt calm and at peace, and it made it easier to believe that I was wrong and Mirai was right. That there was something about me I didn't understand completely and that whatever that something was would make my past actions possible to forgive.

"How did you sleep?" Mirai asked as I woke up.

"Okay," I yawned and snuggled up closer to her on the bed. I had gotten so used to falling asleep and waking up next to her I knew anything else would feel weird. Having her hug me to sleep truly was comfortable and I wasn't sure I'd be able to fall asleep anymore without her next to me.

"No nightmare?" One of her hands was in my hair, carefully untangling knots. It felt pleasant and made my body feel all warm.

"Just a weird dream." I moved my head a little so my ear was placed towards her chest, so I could listen to her heartbeat. It was calm and soothing.

"Got anything you want to do today?"

"No."

"Alright. Let me think for a bit."

She became silent and her hand stopped moving through my hair. I pulled away a bit from her to look at her. She stared out into nothing and a fog dimmed her eyes. Made the green and blue less pronounced.

I had seen her look like that a few times now and I thought it meant that she was seeing into the future, though I wasn't truly sure. It worried me though, for it seemed to become more and more often and also lasted for longer and longer. And always when her eyes looked like that, she didn't react to anything around her. Almost as if her body was present, but her mind was somewhere else.

I placed a hand on her cheek and waited. Did my best in the meantime to beat down the gnawing feeling in my chest. One that threatened to make me cry, though I didn't know why. She always came back. The fog always dispersed and her eyes shone with the brightness of the whole world again. There wasn't anything for me to worry about.

Or at least I tried to tell myself that.

When the fog disappeared from her eyes, she had a big smile on her lips.

"I know exactly what we should do!" she exclaimed and sat up on the bed.

I followed up, but much more slowly.

"Is something wrong?" she asked and her smile fell somewhat.

"Are you alright?" I asked back and hoped her answer would make the gnawing feeling disappear completely.

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"Because... You just..." I didn't know how to really explain it. Especially because she had been happy and excited when the fog had disappeared, so maybe it was all just my imagination.

I knew it wasn't though.

"I was just thinking very hard," she smiled at me, then stood up. All the brightness was back on her and seeing her like that made it hard to feel anything negative. "Come on now! Today is going to be a good day!" 

Now what might Mirai be up to 🤔