Then, John would slip quietly away and do what had to be done. Before snuffing out the candle, he took one last long look at Brom and Katrina, trying to burn the image into his mind. It wasn’t exactly how he wanted to remember them, with Katrina lying ill and Brom trying to shelter her from things he couldn’t help, but it would have to do. At least they were both wearing the crucifix necklaces he’d given them – he’d checked, and the fact offered a little comfort.
There was a certain feeling in the air, as the moon replaced the sun – one that settled into John’s bones, allowing him to hear soft whispers of tonight, tonight on the light wind that blew outside, rushing against the house and causing the window to rattle ever so slightly in its casement. He was sure that no one else could hear it, not even Brom as he fell asleep – the sound was meant for him. It had always been meant for him, and he’d be damned if he let Katrina take his place.
Thanks for stopping by to check out my Sunday six from Haunted Passions, which will soon be in print. ;)