A Dream for Two

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looked intently at her. His eyes bore into hers as though he could see right down into the depths of her soul.
     
    “How will I cope?” he asked, forcing a slight smile.
     
    “How will I cope?” Elise deflected as a solitary tear danced down her cheek. “I can’t bear being apart from you.”
     
    Dylan reached out and embraced her, pulling her tightly into him. She breathed deeply, savoring his heady, cologne-laced scent. She wished she could bottle it up and take it with her and smell him each and every night she was away.
     
    “We just met each other right at the start of our careers so it’s tough,” Dylan whispered to her. 
     
    “But it shouldn’t be,” Elise pulled back from him and wiped at her eyes. “It should be awesome and excited but I’m not enjoying any of it.”
     
    “What do you want me to do?” Dylan’s look darkened. “Do you want me to set you free? To tell you to go follow your dreams and forget about me?”
     
    “No!” Elise insisted, cupping his face in her hands.
     
    “You are my dream,” she told him sincerely. “You are more important to me than any of this.”
     
    “But I’d never ask you to give it up,” Dylan gently lowered her hands from his face. “I don’t want you to go back to being a waitress. I want you to be a superstar.”
     
    Elise sniffed tearfully.
     
    “I’ll be right here waiting for you when you get back off your tour,” he promised her, sealing the promise with a soft kiss upon her lips.
     
    “Can’t you come with me?” she asked hopefully.
     
    “I can’t,” Dylan sighed. “I still need to finish the band’s album. We’re already worryingly behind. I can just never motivate them. If they worked half as hard as you do we’d be done by now.”
     
    Elise heard the resentment in his voice. Things with his band were not going well.
     
    “They just want the glamour and the fame,” he continued. “They’re not about the music, they’re not willing to put in the work.”
     
    “Not everyone is as committed to being a rock star as you are,” Elise smiled at him.
     
    Dylan grinned at this but then abruptly stood up. He went over to her pile of luggage, including her guitar case, which he popped open. He removed her beloved guitar and came back over to the sofa. He sat down and positioned the guitar on his lap, his hands either side of it, ready to play.
     
    He strummed a couple of notes, getting a feel for the instrument. Elise leaned against him, noticing how impossibly sexy he looked holding her guitar.
     
    “I wish you didn’t have to go,” he sung gently to her. “But sometimes parting is good for the soul.”
     
    He continued to strum a sweet melody, inviting Elise to sing a few lines.
     
    “I’ll take you with me every step I take. Because this love is something distance can’t break.”
     
    Together they jammed, singing a sweet song about parting but not saying goodbye. Outside the night darkened and the city became illuminated with a thousand streetlights glittering magically.
     

***
     
    Elise awoke in bed to the sharp beeping of her alarm clock. Beside her Dylan was still sleeping. She could hear the steady rise and fall of his breath. Groaning, she propped herself up and leaned over to silence her alarm. It was still dark. She rubbed her eyes and wished that she could go back to sleep.
     
    Quietly she crept from her bed and went to shower. When she emerged Dylan was undisturbed but she was running out of time. A car would soon arrive to take her to the airport. She left the bedroom and went out to her modern kitchen where she poured herself some cereal and made herself a fresh mug of coffee.
     
    She sat eating from the bowl, with the city still twinkling beyond her window as the door to her bedroom creaked open and Dylan stumbled out, his dark hair matted around his head. He dropped down beside Elise and placed a hand upon her knee.
     
    “You didn’t say you had to get up so early,” he told her, his

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