A dedication to my forever inspiration, to that I never allowed myself the joy of and extent of every heartbreak and satisfaction. The loving shadow in my worst dreams and the saccharine demon in my cloudy pink nightmares, the one who pulls me down from heaven and to reality that I choose not to live or see. You, who I've loved the worst.
To you, whom I raise my glass highest.
*Warning: this is a dream sequence chapter and I thought it was going to be short but it's not.
Ashley POV
My eyes open to the dark, staring at it for a moment and waiting there. . . Waiting for safety. I waited for a soul. Someone to be next to me, alas there was no one and I was cold. But I couldn't stay asleep, I could only go up from there. There was a window by the bed, I sat up to look out of it only to see a foggy sea of trees and moonlight. Nothing of this was pleasant, not even the little note propped up against the pane of the window, that read, "there is a feast for you, out this door,"
I could hardly see the door but I figured I could eat too. I walked across the room from the bed until my hand hit a door, I felt around for a handle until I got it. There was barely any light in this room that the moon gave, I wasn't used to being in the dark like this, without a switch. Where exactly was I? I could only make out the fact I was in a cabin. Naked. The raggedy chewed-up wood underneath my feet and the smell of old wood gave it away, the scent was refreshing.
The door opened to a room of lit candles, a fireplace in the corner, and a feast of food just for me. I took a seat and began to hungrily drink at the glass of wine waiting for me, wine spilled down my chin and dripped onto my breasts, and it was good. So. Damn. Good. It melted and sizzles in my mouth at the same time. "ah," I rasped. Although the wine made my insides feel a little warm, I was still cold inside.
I picked a slice of fresh oiled mozzarella, roasted chicken legs, and blackberries. There was so much more at the table but I could muster this, I could have shared the rest of this food with my children, but there was not a child to be seen or heard. Those little giggles I have missed.
In the midst of eating my ears perked to the sound of the door creaking open, eerily and almost annoyingly, still I chose not to speak, in fact, I froze. Every molecule of blood in my top half stilled and ran cold. A dark figure walked into the cabin, its cloak sounding heavy with metal, shoes clicking and the subtle scent of sandalwood rushing in from the door. A sigh escaped the lips of the darkness and the light that the candles gave only revealed the glimmer of the black cape, its heavy silver embellishments, and meshing in certain parts. A pair of mocha-colored hands reach the lid of the hood, pulling it back.
Braids black and long adorned with silver threads, eyes burning gold as though she were some kind of monster. She rests her cloak on a chair farther away from me, taking a seat, flashing a smile at me all while gathering herself a glass of wine. "Hello, my love," she says so cooly.
I was stunned.
"My love?" she asks.
"Uhm. . . Yeah?" Still draw dropped.
"Good evening, how are you?" Eliza asks, cutting her chicken. Even now she had time to remain poised and perfect while I was cold and naked, shivering and hungry.
"Fine. How are you here, what's going on?" I asked.
She ate in spite of my question, ignoring me as she licked on her chicken juice-covered fingers and delighted in the feast before her. Her dress was glimmering in silver, reminding me of the cold, desolate, and silent night. "it was time I returned to you after going on my run, no? I can't leave you all alone here too long, my wife,"
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