The Sacred Seven Decades – Part Eight

Log Line: Gushing on to a mesmerizing full catch of 'Happily Ever After' tricks, the startling virtues of beautiful hearts, and the fierce fight for childhood dreams and wishes as the conspired universe thunders in without warning! Genre: Drama/Comedy/Magical Realism

March 27, 2019. Wednesday.

I open my snoozy eyes to a crawly silence. The colossal ceiling — with all its affluence — bows down before me. Listen — listen a bit more — The tranquil beach house whispers on — A fear sheens by — And —

Full consciousness coals up! I leap off of the couch! DYLAN! Dylan is out of sight! Her pillows and blanket are neatly done — stacked on her corner! My heart THUMPS as if pouncing through hurdles in a long marathon!

“DYLAN!!!” I scream out — and scram around the house — upstairs, her bedroom, the recreation room, the movie theater — back downstairs — the dining area, the kitchen, the pool terrace — NOWHERE TO BE FOUND!!! I am about to pass out now — “DYLAN!!!” I wail — as loud as my fears can wring out! I stumble my way out into the firepit — And —

She shuns herself out of her usual chair, almost splashing away the cup of coffee — “What?” she yelps.

I smile. In the midst of my consuming fears. I want to seize her in my arms for a lasting kiss! “Don’t you ever — EVER DO THAT TO ME AGAIN!!!” I lash at her.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbles. “I caught moms and dads early. They went for a beach walk. They wanted me to tag along, but — I didn’t wanna do it without you — so I fixed myself a cup of coffee instead. I’m sorry if you woke up without me.”

“You’ve just terrorized the hell out of my fears!” I exclaim.

“I’m sorry, alright?” she pouts.

“Oh, baby,” I giggle. “Don’t tease me with the pout now! Please!”

“I feel really bad now,” she sobs.

“It’s okay,” I reply. “Just don’t do it again. Or I’d kill myself — Hey, I gotta make us breakfast. C’mon.” We bustle inside the house — into the kitchen — “What do you feel like having?”

She sits at the counter, making sure we’re a meter apart. “Pancakes.”

“Okay. Do you know what time they’re coming back?”

“They didn’t say.”

“It might probably take quite a while,” I figure. “I’ll just make something for us then. Cold breakfast for moms and dads would be like — the kickstart of a trippy day. We don’t want that to happen.”

“Trippy day,” she giggles.

“They’d start ganging up on us about — our witches — Sarah and Alex –” I set myself up for a pancake pursuit as my one and only LUSH monitors my moves with her provocative eyes. And my lower abdomen is even more induced! ARGH!!! “Have you made pancakes before?”

“I tried,” she sighs. “But they were nasty.”

“It’s all about the batter,” I reply — as I slog on with the tasks. “Make sure it’s smoothened out. Then you test it with a spoon. It has to be thick — and yet it flights down slowly — like this –” I show it to her, and she displays a skittish smile — like the cutest doll I had had when I was five. I halt it off for a moment and admire her come-hither look. “Dylan Dawson — you have no idea — how much you’re gliding everything inside of me each time I look at you –”

“The oblong shape is about to crack,” she jabs. “Don’t start now.”

I labor on. “Around this time — on the same day — last week — a cutesy sexy charming woman attacked me with pouts and a lot of eye-rolling — in Toronto –”

“Oh, it was Wednesday, wasn’t it?” she laughs.

“And how our lives have changed so much since,” I muse over it.

“Don’t you find it scary, though?” she ponders.

“Nope,” I yelp. “Can’t fight back destiny. It’s the All of Lush true love wish coming true — given as the most wonderful present — by the universe. And we’ve clinched it. I’ve claimed it with a full heart — as I should. ‘Cause it already belonged to me. It will always be mine. I just hope that you feel the same way about it, too. ‘Cause it shouldn’t have been accompanied by D.F.S.I. to begin with.” Her face turns glum. I ignore it and finish up the pancake pursuit. “Now — all your doubts, fears, and screaming insecurities have exiled their fangs all over me. I’m sure you’d have a second thought about that, too, huh? Then call me a lunatic?”

“Ace,” she weeps, “can we please not talk about it now?”

“I’m sorry. D.F.S.I. has just been making me paranoid — If I had a magic wand, I’d just turn myself into somebody who deserves your clinch and claim pledge right off the bat. Then we wouldn’t have this problem.”

“Ace! PLEASE!!! You’re the one who’s having the trippy day here, for god’s sake!!! I’M WORKING MY WAY OUT OF IT, OKAY??? STOP PUSHING!!!”


“After we’ve survived the punishment! I’ll give you a pledge — once I’ve already made peace with myself.”


“Whatever it is, alright?”


“You’re breaking my heart now!”

“I’m breaking your heart??? I’M BREAKING YOUR HEART??? Why, what a selfish way to put it!!! How about YOU BREAKING MY HEART SINCE THE VERY FIRST MOMENT, HUH??? HOW ABOUT THAT???”

“I’m here, Ace! I’m here! And I’m sorry if I’m being stubborn! I just don’t like it when you’re hurrying me up while I’m still working through my personal intricacies here and figuring things out for you and me! On top of that, we’re still trapped inside the vicious witches’ evil revenge! I’ve already told you — give me a little more time –”

“There’s only ONE PLEDGE that I’m expecting from you,” I rack on. “And you already know what it is. So please — DO NOT DISAPPOINT ME!!!”

“I’ll be by the firepit,” she says and walks away.

Dear true love wish: You could have warned me — it would hurt this much — the most pivotal pledge would either break my heart forever or keep the sacred seven decades safe — and my entire life would swerve into a staggering turn — soon! Very soon!

Please! Keep our sacred seven decades safe! It is ours. It will always be ours. CLINCHED! CLAIMED!

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