Peculiarity Of A Different Sort

Something Peculiar This Way Comes

I remember her. I remember her like I remember the sun in the morning through my windows. Vibrant. How could I possibly forget? Her rosebud cheeks shining beside her fiery red hair. I was still young, though I had been for some time, when I first made the discovery.

Love.

All at once and much too swiftly, as the floorboards would one day rip apart when a bomb would hit the house. So tore my heart from my chest, aching for her. She was like a dream and indeed she was in most of mine. Inside my mind quite literally. After all that was her peculiarity, telepathy, and my mind was her favorite.

I can remember her and I lying awake together until dawn. Though a room away, the thoughts no less clear. She often thought of how much she longed to run away from the house and the others there. How much she wanted to begin a new life "just us this time", but it never happened.

She was never satisfied. I loved her but my children just as well. As insatiable as a toddler, filling her mind with everything she could trying to get rid of the one desire she knew she'd never possess. Her heart craved my love just as much.

I still recall the first moment I felt it. Sitting in the garden, her eyes shining in the sun as her crimson curls cascaded down her sloped shoulders. Her dress was bright blue and brand new, still crisply pressed. Helpless, all I could do was stare and worship. Pure adoration, reverence. Then nothing. No sound, no movement, no thought. Pure.