Our conversation goes well for the next half hour and Mycole told me how his day went, he also told one of the businessmen we met at the Meet and greet after interviewing him this morning had offered him a job as the senior accountant in his company. These were the little things we would have shared on our date table talk, but unfortunately, it didn't happen. "Mycole?" I look up at him with curious eyes and his eyes look over to me. "Uh?" "When you said Rory was going to hurt me, what way were you talking about?" "I mean he's going to hurt you in every way possible." He tells me, but the look on his face isn't really happy to be telling it to me. "You're going to give up everything for him, but he's not going to do the same for you. He's going to leave you broken." The truth hurt, the truth hurt!!! "Oh goodness!" I gasp, closing my eyes and feeling as if the air has been knocked out of me with his words. "Taylor, I'm sorry." I don't realise Mycole moved from his seat until his hands cups my face tenderly. "Do you still want me to continue?" I shake my head, as soft whimpers escape my mouth. "Can it be avoided?" "I don't know if it can be, but if you can stay away from Rory, some of the future is gonna change; because tomorrow gives hope for your future." I know I asked for an explanation, but what I'm getting is so far from the explanation I wanted and the more I try to understand the more difficult it becomes. "I don't understand what you mean Mycole, what does that mean." "I mean your future in my vision begins with the choices you make tomorrow." I huff in dismay, it wouldn't have been that hard, except I can't avoid Rory forever, one way or another he's going to crawl his annoying self into my path and I'm gonna lose my cool and we both are going to make a mess of ourselves. It doesn't get better than that. "It's not going to be easy, Tay." Mycole's voice brings me out of thoughts into reality. "It's not" I agree, a little mad and a little frustrated and sad because I know why it won't be easy. He looks down, "You love him and no matter what I tell you I know you're going to follow your heart." Then his face breaks into a genuine smile. "But remember to always follow your heart, Taylor." "Even if it ruins me?" I ask on a slight choke of tears. Mycole says nothing, only pulls me into his warm arms and this simple, but gentle act assures me that all hope isn't lost. We peacefully stay that way till I begin to feel sleepy... . "Wakey wakey!!!" I groan at the sound of the annoying Jack. "Rise and shine sleepy head." "Can you come back after one hour?" I beg like that's ever negotiable with Jack. "I think you already know the answer to that, sweetheart." He loves doing this, doesn't he? Why am I even asking? I rub my eyes open to see Jack grinning, sweat and in only his boxers and singlet and converse. Well, that's a lot. "You've been running!?" I don't know if I'm asking or exclaiming, but I guess it is in between the two. "Yes." He replies, pulling off his singlet to show me his fitted body and mostly his tone albs. Yea, he's indeed a showoff. "The annual state race is coming up in two weeks and the school have chosen its top three racers. Which is me, Mike, and Marco." He exclaims happily. "I'm doing a one hour race every morning now." "Congratulations!" I squeal happily. "Jack, I'm so proud of you, I know you will make us remarkably proud." He chuckles wearily like I just set fire on his ass while grinning at him. "I don't know what you just said, but I think it's a good thing though." I'm lost for a while at what he meant then I knew Jack doesn't fancy big English. "Of course it is, dummy." I get up from the bed and begin to walk to the place I usually hang my towel then I turn to ask. "Why didn't you tell me this yesterday?" "I wanted to, but you were really tired and not in the mood." I narrow my eyes at him. "Why was that?" "You wouldn't say, besides we were getting late for Bible study." I'm getting confused. "I told you guys everything last night before Mycole came in." "Mycole was in your room?!" It's his turn to look lost. I knew you are dumb, I never knew you were a forgetful dumb ass. "You must have been dreaming, 'cause you were already sleeping when Mycole came, he didn't even come into your room." This just keeps getting interestingly weird by the minute. "I'm gonna take  a bath because I do not understand one bit of what you're rambling out of your mouth." I finish dressing up and climb downstairs where everyone is all ready to eat breakfast. "Give me a hand here, Taylor." Mom calls from the kitchen and I walk over to her. She's standing there, making her signature breakfast; Tea, jam and toasted bread and this is the first time in a long time she's done this. After her severe illness, Mom could hardly do anything and it scared us out that she might become an invalid, the opposite of what she used to be. She was a chef, a great one at that, but she lost her job when the illness came, and there was no way we would have seen it coming. The church offered her a job two months ago and that I can say did help us all. In all, seeing her now assures me this family can be whole again. "Good morning, Mom." I greet on entering the kitchen. She smiles at me, "Good morning, dear, how was your night?" She begins to set the cups into the tray and grab the jam from the table. "Great, a little weird." She gives me a little nod, "That's expected seeing you hardly said a word to anyone last night." Why did she just say that? Of course, I said a lot last night. "What do you mean, Mom?" She sighs, dropping the jam in her hand into the tray. "Mycole said he needed to apologize to you, so I realized something bad must have happened between you two, but whatever it is I want you guys to work and resolve it. Mycole seemed hurt last night." I'm confused, what is she talking about? Mycole was here last night but I didn't see him? I was only dreaming? Then apparently Jack wasn't pulling my legs earlier, he was actually telling the truth. Mom and I bring the breakfast over to the table and served everyone and after eating, I hung my bag and tell everyone goodbye, ignoring their faces that wanted me to tell them more than that. Once outside, I take my phone out and dial Mycole's number. After ringing for almost a minute without being picked up, it goes into a voice mail. "Hey this is Mycole, I can't answer the phone now, so please leave a message." I groan, disappointed as my effort to connect and talk to Mycole comes to waste. "Mycole, please pick up and call me! I need to talk to you." I drop my phone into my bag and begin to stroll down hoping to catch the next taxi passing by when I feel my phone vibrate while ringing. I reach for my phone in my bag and answer it. "Hello, Mycole." "Hey, Taylor, good morning." He stops for a while, then continues. "I just got your voicemail message." "I don't know what's happening, Mycole last night is so weird." "What's so weird about last night." I tell him everything that had happened yesterday and in my supposed dream, while I get a taxi and tell him where to go. "I haven't seen anything like that Taylor, I came over last night to–" His voice trails off apologetically. "To apologize. I know." I sigh and rub my head furiously. "It's just weird, but what did you mean when you said Rory was going to hurt me real bad." He goes silent for a while then said. "I don't know, Taylor, I just see you hurt, and Rory is going to be the cause of that." Why is every word so different? Maybe because they are not the same state! That means I would not have to avoid Rory and I can go back to being normal... I don't know what that is though. A part of me feels happy, and a part of me feels agitated because I do believe dreams are warnings of the future, but then again, Mycole sees the future. "Taylor stay off Rory's part today." Mycole voice warns from the other end of the line. My heart stops beating, startled and not knowing what he means. "What do you mean?" "He's going to put you in harm's way, Taylor, I wanted to tell you that last night and also apologize." "Oh, okay then, I'll try my very best to stay away from Rory today." We ended the call and I'm even more twisted by this revelation. How is Rory going to put me in harm's way? I enter my office and sit down, lowering my head on the desk. I wasn't able to work on any of the files I took home last night so instantly I begin to pull them out of my bag and set them on the desk. The next few hours I spend working my brains out on the files. Most of the files were business analysis and a new strategy of which the ACH can take to further maximise its outlets of which I have once suggested a setting in a rural and our cosmetics in a cheaper and affordable style. Of course, my idea went out of the window and Paris would not even give it a thought. Just like the clueless, dismissing ideas. My desk phone ring and I answer it. "Are you through with the files?" Comes the impatient and annoying voice of Paris. "Yeah, I've got it," I say, finishing the last line of the last document and slamming it shut. "Good, bring it over now." Bitchy much? "Okay." I end the call before she can something else.