Michael hugged me tightly to his chest. My eyes followed him as he released me and made his way around the bed. He rummaged in one of the nightstands then came back and stood directly in front of me. He had a little pocket knife that he was unfolding and after taking my hand in his he curled all but my index finger into a fist. He appeared very solemn as I looked into his eyes trustingly. I drew a deep breath then he made just the slightest incision on the very tip of my finger. I could see a tiny streak of blood and as Michael gave my finger a gentle squeeze it grew into a little round bubble.
He closed his eyes and brought my finger to his lips. My heart fluttered and I sensed a subtle pull on my insides, like my soul was reaching out to him. I felt faint as he took my finger away and folded my arm to my chest.
“There,” he said, “now you will be a part of me forever.”
