Spring

Soon spring will be upon us and the cold harsh breath of winter will fall away into oblivion. Another var has passed me by, the curse not yet vanquished. I fear that it will never come to be. I shall never be a normal woman.

Aiden has been busy of late and though we have been able to steal a few moments, they are short lived. Not long enough, but I wonder if they would truly ever be. My attraction to him only grows, a dangerous game that could very well leave us both without the one thing we seek.

I must be mad. Perhaps he doesn’t even feel for me what I feel for him. He’s never even tried to kiss me. It’s only when I look into his eyes, so dark and so warm that I feel the connection, but this is always followed by a foreboding bright light and I find I have to look away.

If I choose him, I lose the gift. If I lose the gift, I lose myself. Its such a vicious circle, one that spins me round and round with no hope of finding an answer.

Perhaps there is none.