Goodbyes

Proserpina

I stood staring after Lucien as the cars pulled away from the drive that afternoon. it was warm but a chill was setting in. I knew winter was approaching. Somehow, my heart felt leaden. I had not wanted to let him go and had clung to him, silently, trying not to cry.

Finally, his face in my hair, he had said in a tormented growl.

“Woman, I need to go.”

He held me at arm’s length, looking into my face, his grey eyes hot with fury.

”You know it, woman. I have to kill that bas*ard. After all that he did to you…” and he had pulled me to him, crushing me to his length, and then, with a harsh kiss, he had thrust me away and strode out to the waiting cars.

With my fist in my mouth to prevent myself from sobbing out loud, I looked at the large black car as it drew away speedily and was lost in a cloud of dust as the other four cars along with it revved past.

“Come back to me, please. Come back safely.” I prayed.

My legs felt as though they would give way, and I turned blindly to