You Should Have Seen His Face When

Do I Dazzle You?" I Voiced My Curiosity Impulsively, And Then The Words Were Out, And It Was Too Late To Recall Them. But Before I Had Time To Too Deeply Regret Speaking The Words Aloud, She Answered "frequently." And Her Cheeks Took On A Faint Pink Glow. I Dazzled Her. My Silent Heart Swelled With A Hope More Intense Than I Could Ever Remember Having Felt Before.

I Couldn‘t Make Sense Of The Mess In My Head. Diego Was Dead, And That Was The Main Thing, The Devastating Thing. Other Than That, The Fight Was Over, My Coven Had Lost And My Enemies Had Won. But My Dead Coven Was Full Of People Who Would Have Loved To Watch Me Burn, And My Enemies Were Speaking To Me Kindly When They Had No Reason To.

Though There Was No Sound, There Was A Change. The Atmosphere, Which Had Gone Tense At My Accusation, Relaxed. I Wondered How I Knew This. I Had A Strange Sensation That I Was Somehow Receiving More Than My Five Senses Were Giving Me - Almost A Feeling That There Was Another Sense, On The Fringes, Not Quite Harnessed. Intuition? That Was Almost The Right Word. As If Any Creature Needed More Than Five Senses.

I Hate Myself For Liking You.

I Held You In My Hands, Wanderer, And You Were Beautiful.