My Prophet

"No way." I said my mouth hanging open. She sighed, and rested her chin in her hand.

"It's true." She said.

"Read me right now." I said excitedly.

"Andy it doesn't work like that!" She said annoyed. "When a spirit..connects...with me it's because someone needs to deliver a message to their love ones. It doesn't happen that often, just when it's really strong."

"That's so cool." I said shaking my head.

"You believe me?" She asked, shocked.

I've always believed in medium's, it just never crossed my mind that this beautiful girl in front of me could possibly have such an amazing gift like that. Coralie, and I have been hanging out everyday, and it almost pained me to think about the fact that I would have to leave her in a week to go on tour.

Corrie was such a genuinely good person. Even walking up to that women it was because she wanted to help her.

"Of course I believe you, Corrie." I smiled at her.

"No one has ever believed me so fast before." She muttered.

"I saw what you did for that women, I saw her face. It was clear that you know what your talking about so who am I to tell you your wrong." Coralie smiled, and leaned over to hug me.

"Thank you, Andy. It means a lot to hear you say that." She kissed my cheek, and I felt my heart warm.

We are just friends, I thought to myself.

"You ready to head out?" I asked her.

"Yeah." She nodded, and we stood up and walked out of the restraunt.

Notes

A little filler(: