Dreams, gifts and memories

 
Lisa was blissfully unaware of the drama playing out around her. Although her body and mind fought against one another, one small part of her consciousness remained calm. Calm and peaceful. She saw the history of life play out before her eyes, the very birth and death of civilizations, and although a small voice told her that she should be terrified, she remained calm and detached. It was as though she were watching a movie that she had seen a dozen times, she knew what was about to take place but it held her interest enough that she was driven to watch it again.

After seeing the collapse of the Roman Empire, Lisa lost interest. She had physically been there for most of what was going to take place next, so there was nothing to be learned. She idly wondered if there were a way she could replay certain events, if she could find out the truth behind the destruction of her family in the human realm. Since realizing that Lucifer was actually her child, she had wanted nothing so much as to forget everything that had led up to this moment. But now she wanted to know the WHY, not just the what.

Concentrating on the exact moment she first laid eyes on her newborn son, Lisa willed herself to experience it all over again. She focused on that one moment, the moment no mother ever forgets, when the helpless little baby expelled his first cry.

Suddenly Lisa wasn’t watching events, she was taking part in them. It was as though the last thousand years had yet to happen. She was actually sitting there, propped up on feather pillows and cradling her infant son in her arms. A large, warm hand rested on her shoulder and without looking she realized that it was Titus, the only man she had ever truly loved.

Turning her head slightly, she drank in the sight of him as he had been all those many years ago. His black hair was messy, tousled by his fingers. She was amazed that she remembered that, he always raked his hand through his hair when he was anxious or worried. His chiseled jawline was dark with stubble a physical testament to his worry. He always took great pride in being clean shaven, so he couldn’t have shaven in a day or else there wouldn’t as much as a shadow on his cheek.

Her heart clinched in pain. She knew this day was only a few months before they were ripped apart. She still didn’t understand why, why had the universe allowed it to happen, why had her grandmother not intervened for her? Shaking her head, she made the decision that this moment was a gift, and that she should enjoy it while she could.

Holding her baby a little bit tighter, she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.