The Doyle Household- London, England
Kartik, brother of the Rakshana
Rain bombarded the stable all around me, pounding into my head and my very thoughts. I could feel the rain pattering against my tired bones, constantly whittling them down, until I was nothing.
Gemma's room was above me. I wasn't specifically thinking about her, but I was ever knowledgeable of her presence there. It felt as if she was a constant shadow, lurking barely out of my reach, but always watching me, comforting me.
I envision her, corset-less, in a simple shapeless, pale nightgown. She was a ghost in front of me, tantalizing me. Her soft red hair billowed around her pale face, her thin shoulders shook with the cold. She looked as if she needed me; to keep her warm, to hold her forever and never let her go.
I couldn't. I shook my head and rid myself of all thoughts of Gemma Doyle.
For now she would just have to be a comforting, ever present ghost.