Chapter 5
Mildred
Ifade into nothingness as I watch the disappointment flicker across her lovely face.
Truly, what madness possessed me to hope?
Foolish, foolish once more. I could sit here endlessly, scolding myself a thousand times over for allowing that reckless urge to speak to her override all sense.
Yet I know without a shadow of doubt, I would do it again in a heartbeat.
Her voice is divine, greater than one could dream.
A brilliant mix of velvet and husky timbres that linger in my bones.
I watch as she slips the photograph of me back into her pocket, pausing briefly as her eyes sweep the room, before she begins her quiet departure from the library.
I hold my gaze upon her retreating back until she slips through the wooden doors.
Almost without thought, I rise to my feet, my body drawn to her once more.
“I can’t endure it again,” I whisper to myself as my lips tremble.