Someone Has To Spread The Good News

Jasper Chuckled, Shaking His Head. " You Truly Are One Frightening Little Monster.

I'd Never Seen Anything More Beautiful - Even As I Ran, Gasping And Screaming, I Could Appreciate That. And The Last Seven Months Meant Nothing. And His Words In The Forest Meant Nothing. And It Did Not Matter If He Did Not Want Me. I Would Never Want Anything But Him, No Matter How Long I Lived.

How Did People Do This - Swallow All Their Fears And Trust Someone Else So Implicitly With Every Imperfection And Fear They Had.

I Tensed, Waiting For The Fury - Both His And Mine - But It Was Only Quiet And Calm In The Darkness Of His Room. I Could Almost Taste The Sweetness Of Reunion In The Air, A Separate Fragrance From The Perfume Of His Breath; The Emptiness When We Were Apart Left Its Own Bitter Aftertaste, Something I Didn't Consciously Notice Until It Was Removed. There Was No Friction In The Space Between Us. The Stillness Was Peaceful - Not Like The Calm Before The Tempest, But Like A Clear Night Untouched By Even The Dream Of A Storm.

Good Luck, Little Wanderer, Good Luck. How I Wish You Didn't Need It.