Chapter 13
Mildred
Icry into the nothingness, a hollow wail as I witness Grace move through her hours, unaware of my gaze. I can sense her searching for me, the silent pull across the veil.
“I am with you, Shadow,” I whisper hopelessly.
Frustration burns within me, dropping tears across my cheeks as I glide alongside her living presence. A true shadow at her side.
Never have I before worn myself so thin, nor have I had the opportunity to surrender so fully to it. I reach out to tame her bangs, but my fingers pass through.
“Dagnabbit,” I groan helplessly in my incorporeal state.
I long to make contact once more, to feel the warmth of her skin upon my fingertips. I ache to hold her close between my arms, to shield her away from the watchful eyes of the threats that roam these campus grounds.
“Grant me time, Shadow,” I plea into emptiness.