Yours Truly,
Daymon
My heart falls into my stomach as I harshly grip the note between my thumb and my forefinger. Daymon must have written this before we left the house that day. He must’ve snuck it under my pillow, though I can’t imagine when. I thought I was with him all day. He was a warlock after all, I’m sure he had his ways.
The note makes me smile, but also makes me very sad. Tears stream down my cheeks as I remember what we had. It feels like so long ago now. The memory of him killing my father appears in my mind and I gape as if it’s happening all over again. The love of my life killed my father.
I should hate Daymon. I do hate him…but I don’t. I still love old Daymon. They are not the same people. But isn’t old Daymon, my Daymon gone? Kendra said there was a cure but even if I can find it, will he come back the same person? Will I feel the same about him? Will I be able kiss the man who killed my dad?
What would Daymon do if the situation were reversed? He would save me. He would find the cure. I’m at loss for what to do. I want to kill him even though I know that it wasn’t the Daymon I knew who killed my father.
Either way, I can’t let him walk around the way he is. I cannot let him continue to walk around and kill innocent people. I have to do something. Not only for myself but for my Daymon because if he saw himself now, he would want me to kill him. I make up my mind then-I will try to find the cure but I can’t afford to waste much time doing so. If I don’t find it within two weeks which is doubtful, I will have to kill him.
I pick up the photo book and open in. I spend the majority of the night flipping through the images and reading what’s scrolled on the back. Many of these pictures are actually paintings and I realize that this must be because they were taken before the time of cameras. How strange but how cool.
I recognize Jacob and my dad in some of the pictures and even Baylon in one. They all look just as they do now. It’s almost creepy. When I get to the last picture in the book it’s one him and myself from back when we were in Taverd. A photo we once took together while baking cookies during one of the many times my father and Jacob were gone. I can’t help smiling upon remembering those days. As hard as I thought they were then, they were easy. Maybe not as easy as when I lived in Denver before I knew about all of this supernatural stuff but they were simple. I miss those days.
I pull the photo out to read what he’s written on the back:
Remember this? You burnt those cookies in case you don’t remember. I told you to take them out and you said they needed another five minutes without even looking at them. I didn’t argue. You burnt them so badly that the smoke detector went off and you couldn’t reach it and it was the cutest thing watching you jump up and down trying to push the button while screaming my name and telling me to hurry up and help. I think that was the day I knew I’d fallen head over heals for you. We ended up going to the store and buying a box of cookies instead and since then…I haven’t trusted your cooking.
About Me, the Author
I was born and raised in a small town in east central Alberta, Canada. I first discovered my love for writing at the young age of 13 when I wrote my first novel, it was a fan fiction and it was absolutely terrible. During my high school and post-secondary years I found it very tough to find time to write but after graduating college, I got back into writing and found myself spending hours of the day thinking up stories and characters and scenes and titles and plot twists and the whole bit. My dream is that one day I won’t have to have a day job and I can just write and write and write all day long. Yeah right, eh?
I’d never survive without my family, amazing friends, laptop, sea monkeys, cellphone, tacos, or my boyfriend. When I’m not writing I enjoy the sport of curling and spending time with loved ones. I’m also a mean scrabble player if any of you would like to challenge me.
I’d love to stay in touch with you all so feel free to reach me at my fan email address – [email protected]. I respond to every email when I get the chance. Thank you for reading “Tainted Heart” and be sure to check out the next novel in the series “Tainted Magic”.
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