FOUR WEEKS LATER – FULL MOON
SELENE
I’m sitting at my dressing table alone. Again. Just the same as last time I got dressed up. This time it's a long bright white evening gown. It clung to me like a glove with a teasingly low-cut, narrow cleavage revealing down the centre. Troy's parting gift. Soft pink lips, no harsh red tonight and my hair in loose waves.
No Troy, not since he moved into Jacob's apartment. I didn’t realise how empty my place would feel without him. The fridge is permanently full and I’m having to throw food out that’s expired, I’m mentally still buying for two
Staring at the mirror whilst clasping a long drop platinum necklace, I feel as though I'm a ship trapped within a whirlpool watching my own demise coming straight towards me.
Serious, sensible Sele
