AND the added bonus is that it comes from my upcoming book, so even better.
The reason why I like this scene for this blogfest is simple. The mission is to write about love lost or found and this scene is a little bit of both. Hope you enjoy!
The Problem with Immortality
“You followed us here?” I asked, holding on to him as if he might disappear at any moment. When we’d left France, I’d left Luc behind and with him, my heart. Oh how I’d cried that day. He’d looked my age back then.
I stepped back and looked up at his face. At somewhere in his twenties he now looked older than me, while I barely seemed old enough to go to my first Carnevale party. The realization sent a stab through me and I lowered my gaze.
He was a man now, and I…I didn’t even know what I was. A woman trapped in a child’s body? A freak of nature. Either way, it wouldn’t do to seem overly familiar with someone in public. It wasn’t proper. Venice might have been home to Casanova, but in reality, life here was strict. I sent a furtive glance to my companion, who at least was kind enough to stay at a discrete distance for the duration of this conversation.
“We’re both here,” Luc said. “Armand tired of France.”
I scowled up at him despite myself. “Please tell me he’s not going to the Doge’s party.”
He frowned at me. “What if he is?”
“Well he’ll spoil it,” I said, causing Luc’s frown to deepen. He always was devoted to his twin.
“I do wish you two would get along.” Luc said.
“And I do so wish he’d stop being an ass.” Or that he’d stop breathing, for that matter. I turned back to the display of Carnevale masks. I still needed to find a mask that would match the dress I planned to wear to the party.
I heard Luc’s heavy sigh behind me. “At least you’re still glad to see me,” he said and joined me by the window. “I missed you.”
“I–I…” I wanted to say I missed him too, but if I had never before realized what a difference our lifespans made, I felt it keenly now. He’d be reborn long before I was, and then he’d outgrow me again and again. When I had my rebirth, it could take centuries for us to be together again.
It wasn’t a way for us to live.
I swallowed my words and went to the next window, dashing at my tears. I tried to hide it, but Luc was too perceptive.
He caught my arm and forced me to face him. “Don’t,” he murmured, pulling me closer to him. “I’m here now.”
I sobbed and held onto him. Body-to-body, he stroked my back and whispered loving words into my ear. I felt the strength in his body, the play of his muscles beneath my fingers. But no matter how close we were, we’d never be together.
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