Haunted by his memories, and the alluring draw of AFI, I pull out an old book I wrote.
I open the pages immediately engulfed in the evanescent driftings of memories long forgotten….
It needs a hefty edit and dusting off, but the story is certainly worth saving.
In the revamp of my High Fantasy series, this character was going to be cut.
However, his tragic romance and undying love for a main character may yet see light of day.
As I painfully read this old story, written in a past I often wish to forget, his presence haunts me like a ghost.
Piercing dark emerald eyes, flowing nutmeg brown hair, and a smooth comforting voice overwhelm me.
I tune into another AFI song to keep him alive in my mind, wondering whatever happened to the affair my soul had with this character.
When I wanted to escape reality and pour my soul out, Farlaquin was there.
When I longed to dance in a world I couldn’t possibly physically touch, I drowned in my imagination and spent endless hours in a place once called Elverqueist.
Tonight, seduced by the memories and need to clench my thirsty soul, I look back and see him again….
And for the first time, I miss him.
He reaches a hand to me, his eyes gentle. His whisper sends tingles through my mind, as again I am seduced by worlds so far away….. that I desperately wish to reach.
His brow dropping to mine, calling me, a new scene introducing him in the new book rewrite comes to mind.
And for the first time, I am sure that his story needs told.