Free The Broken Curse by Taylor Lavati Page B

Suddenly, my vision starts to blacken. And unwelcome feeling settles in my gut, and I fall fast into a vision.

CHAPTER ELEVEN
    past love

    "Marry me?" The familiar tremble of Ollie's voice settles over me as I awaken into the vision. My eyes flutter open, and Ollie stands before me, his icy blue eyes waiting on my word.
    "What?" I ask as I take in my surroundings.  
    We're outside in the middle of some woods. The ground is wet from the morning dew, and it glistens as the sun peeks over the mountain range behind us. I can feel the heat on my back, and it feels like the first warm day of summer.
    The flowers are peeking their colorful heads out, just beginning to come to life, and in the distance, I can hear a faint babbling from a river. It's oddly quiet, save for some crickets and early morning birds. I don't hear a horn, or car, or anything man-made.
    "Will you marry me, Eurydice Cobalt?"  
    At the words, my eyes dart down to Ollie. I realize that he's down on one knee, his hands cradling mine in front of him. His eyes are glassy, like he's on the verge of crying, and a weird eruption of joy pounds at my chest, filling me and consuming my entire being.
    "Yes," I answer, like I know I'm supposed to.  
    Ollie jumps up and effortlessly lifts me into his arms. I wrap myself around him, feeling an overwhelming amount of happiness fills my veins. I get lost in this stolen moment as he twirls us in slow circles, placing kisses all over my face.
    "In one day's time, you will be mine," he whispers into my ear as we celebrate together.  
    "One day?" I ask back, my voice foreign and oddly light.  
    "But, of course. I've made all of the arrangements with your family. We wed tomorrow afternoon at the old church down by the mill," Ollie explains.
    "Wonderful," I answer.  
    Ollie leads me back towards a house, which I guess must be ours. As we step closer and closer to the house, I realize that it's the cabin in the woods, the one that Ollie loves. The one that I love.
    "Is this your house?" I ask him, hoping not to screw up the future. I don't know what has happened up to this point, so I don't want to change anything by accident. I'm so confused by this vision.
    Ollie doesn't answer, so I look over at him, and he has a Christmas morning grin on his face. He continues to lead me towards the house, and when we stop right in front of the wooden door, he pushes it open.
    "This will be ours."  
    It's identical to the cabin I know and love today. A few kitchen appliances are missing, but the feel and layout is the same. The small kitchen with wood counters is to my left. There are four stools against the counter and a bowl of fruit on top. The living room with the fireplace is in front of me, empty and lifeless, yet still emitting a homey vibe.
    Ollie places his hand on the small of my back, and I jump from the scare. He chuckles at my jitteriness.
    "I have a special room to show you," he says, leading me up the small stairs. He pushes open the door past what I know to be the master bedroom, and when I look in, I'm amazed.
    "Whoa," I mutter, taking in the room. It's beautiful, completely furnished as an art room, with easels lining the high windowed walls, offset by the tables in the middle that contain every type of tool an artist would need.
    "Do you love it?"
    "I draw?"
    "Honey, are you ill?" Ollie asks as he rests the back of his hand on my forehead. "You love to paint. It's your passion. I made this for you to practice whenever you need to."
    "I know," I say, faking it. "Thank you. Thank you so much."
    "I have work I must attend to. Explore, enjoy. I'll see you at our wedding."
    I realize that I'm not coming out of the vision when Ollie leaves. I don't know why I'm here, but this is by far the longest vision I've ever been in. I stand idly in the painting room, but have no idea what to do with myself.
    I don't have a creative bone in my entire body. I quietly leave the room and shut the door behind me. For some reason, I don't want