Chapter 8 Shade
Shade
Asmile adorned her face today. A lovely, bright, intoxicating smile.
I wanted to fucking murder whoever placed that smile on her face.
That should have been my right. My privilege. My duty.
I wasn’t sure where the anger stemmed from. It certainly wasn’t jealousy.
Jealousy had no place here.
She was mine, and that was that.
Ginger was a vision. A goddess come to life. Art walking.
She drifted through town as though she were woven into its very core. She didn’t even notice the effect she had on people. She spoke to almost everyone, whether it be a quick conversation or a simple greeting.
She left smiles in her wake.
She was a joy spreader, my wife. Light incarnate.
Her light reminded me of something. A feeling. A flash of a memory, but it drifted away in a plume of smoke before I could grab onto it.
My skull throbbed.
I massaged at my temples beneath the hood of my stolen cloak.
As I watched her through the bakery’s window, digging through her satchel and pulling out my gift and then tucking it away again, my cheek lifted into a satisfied grin.
She accepted my second courting gift. Three more, and she would be mine.
Once and for all.