I Was Drinking With Cupid

Nairn inhaled sharply, when she yelled at him. Screamed, rather. He watched her for a moment, before he followed, reaching out to grab her by the wrist. You mean the wo-or-world to me. He hissed, against her ear.

I'm goin'. I'll send Ruth for my clothes. He loosened his hold on her, and leaned to murmur against her ear, I l-love you. Too quiet for the disembodied spirit to catch, though no doubt she'd figure it out. He let her go, and scowled as he turned.

The front door shut behind of him, so quiet that if not for his things still in the home, it was like he was never there at all. That wasn't how he'd wanted to finally say those words. But he couldn't take them back, now. And he wasn't certain if he'd get the chance to say them again, either.

@Megara Fern
- Fin