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    Run – Chapter 5

    ”Did you see that?!” her eyes widened with happy disbelief, as she shouted at Bruce. She ran to him and hugged him, tears streaming down her cheeks.

    ”Only you can see her,” he held her close with gentle arms. It’s part of the charm. Only the speaker may see the memory. If I had said it, you would have seen nothing.”

    ”She was there, Bruce, literally jumping for joy. I want to do it again!”

     

     

    Bo did not register Bruce’s hasty good-bye after he returned her to the royal compound. She ran to her bedroom and concentrated on the softly worn piece of clothing that Lauren loved to wear to bed. She gazed upon it with the same focused energy she applied to Kenzi’s hairbrush. She held Lauren’s t-shirt close and said these words:

    ”A heart aggrieved in search of solace begs

    Ease my sorrow, a broken soul to mend

    Return to view beloved friend and love

    The shadows of a time gone by return

    So I may sense you, hear you, once again.”

     

    Then, Lauren appeared.

    They lay side by side, facing each other in the four-poster bed of the clubhouse. The room glowed in a soft sepia and gentle, golden flickers of candlelight. Bo inhaled a hint of baby powder and lavender. Lauren’s eyes glistened, full and sure of love, and brimming with hope. Bo marveled as Lauren stretched her body long like a cat, arching slightly, urging her t-shirt to rise above her hips and expose the landscape of Bo’s devotion: the gentle curve of her back that Bo missed holding, the soft abdomen, the warm skin in need of kissing. She leaned in closer and heard her name tumble from Lauren’s lips. ”Bo,” she whispered as she stroked her face, her voice as soothing as a hymn. Watching her eyes grow heavy with sleep, tucked so neatly by her side, Bo tumbled into the illusion dizzy with happiness. Seeing Lauren again unhinged the shackles of loss and regret that weighed on her for months. It was useless to try to stop the tears that rushed in on their own power. Bo reached to stroke Lauren’s cheek only to have the unforgiving light of the present replace the shadows of memory. Her heart split open. Her fingers went from being tangled in the long blonde locks of her lover’s hair to grasping at air. Her respite was temporary, just as Bruce warned. And then the hunger came. She chanted the charm several times in the night opening the door just enough for madness to enter.

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