Something drew him back to stand in front of the portrait tonight. His mind had wandered all day thinking about her. She was just a girl in a picture. But he swore he heard her in his mind. No, he was sure of it. What was she trying to tell him?
Her skin looked so soft. He reached out to touch the portrait. For just an instant he could feel the velvety softness of her cheek, and the wetness of her tears. Soft lilac breath blew across his face.
“What the..?” He jerked his hand back and stared at her face. This was madness.
She had felt his touch as his hand caressed her cheek. It was heaven, even if it was for only a moment. She had to find a way to convince him they were soul mates, lovers through out time, meant to be together.
“I’ll come to you in your dreams tonight,” she said in a whisper. “Then you will know I must be yours.”