Shine for Me
#12: The End is Nigh
In the dead of the night, my favourite moment is when she finally turns off her light and goes to bed. I’m lucky the weather is still hot and I can enter her room through her open window. There’s nothing in this world that can compare with the little drops of sweat running down such a delicate neck only to stop at her heaving chest as she sleeps peacefully in her cosy bed.
These little drops, shining, sparkling, reflecting the silver moonlight chased away any desire I had for any other of this world’s shiny things.
I remember the last time I was here because she wanted me to be, not because I sneaked in. I remember when she still loved me. I remember the way her cherry-red lips moved as she mouthed “you are this world’s loveliest warlock and you’re mine. I’m this world’s luckiest witch, and I’ll always be yours.”
Always mine. Ha. Right.
Now I look at her and all my memory can beckon forth is her disgust when she mentioned my name, and her distrust of whatever I tried to tell her. The way she pushed me away and screamed she hated me when I reminded her that I’d always love her. The way she covered her ears when I tried to explain that every wrong thing I did belonged to a long forgotten past, before I even met her.
