She felt as though everything familiar was there to mock her. Her whole world had changed yet nothing around her reflected her shattered soul. Emerson approached Emily’s home cursing the rich autumn air for daring to remind her it had once been a source of comfort.
Even she did not look as different as she felt. Other than wrinkled robes and dark half moons under her eyes, she appeared to be the same determined witch she had been before Elaine had reappeared. Elaine, their beaming light was back and yet the world seemed darker. Heavy heart beating against the cruel notion that the world separated those who loved each other the first thing she did when she entered Emily’s home was to wrap her arms tightly around the woman she loved. She kissed Emily demandingly, asking for a kind of reassurance she wasn’t certain existed.