Day 5- Jade
I sat in that uncomfortable plastic chair for a long time after the old woman had left. So long that the steaming mug of tea had cooled between my hands, totally forgotten.
Could what she have said really be true? Was Bristol really dying? It was preposterous. But then wasn’t everything I had heard and seen in the last few days been absurd?
It didn’t make sense though. Why would us being apart be killing him?
Unconsciously my hand went to the mark on my neck. Where his teeth had punctured my skin in the throes of passion. I hadn’t given much thought to it with him morphing into something… not human but now ? Now I was concerned.
Had it meant more? Did it mean something magical? Something magical that I couldn’t hope to understand. Or at least I couldn’t understand until h
