Suddenly light on my feet
With a sweet rearrange of the day
Everything's changed now
One quick exchange
It's not the same
Kind of goodbye
Gone with a sigh
The sun left me so quickly
I am stuck under the moon
I want to belong to you
I pray no one will find you
I'll stay right where I am
'Til you come back
Don't let me lose you
Before there's a chance to begin
I didn't even make it to intermission.
I excused myself from my seat, staving off all requests for assistance or accompaniment by feigning an urgent need to visit the privy, and I practically ran out the front door and onto the street. I was beyond thankful that I didn't forget my clutch in my mad dash for the exit: I'd need cash for a carriage, or better yet a steam car, because there was no way I could walk the entire way to the overlook at the straight. Not in these shoes.
Fortunately, the transit depot was not far from the edge of the area where I was to meet Eric, so I didn't have far to walk and I could ensure that no one would follow me. They had recently started work to turn some of the land on this side of the peninsula, currently dedicated to cemetery plots, into a golf course because of its stunning views of the straight, and I was grateful for the young, cultivated forest of pine, cypress, and eucalyptus trees that wound across the open expanse of meadow and provided ample coverage for my attempt at stealth.
I made my way as quickly as the awkward boots and cumbersome long skirts I wore would allow - style comes with a price - to the crest of a hill that overlooked the straight below and the hilly Headlands to the north, and I waited for him under the weathered pines that dotted the serpentine rocks lining the ridge.
Gazing upward into the sky, I noticed two bright points whose mutual gleam simply commanded attention.
As I pondered the meaning of such a peculiar sight, I felt a cool hand touch my own and an already familiar voice speak my name.
That was the first night of the rest of my life.
I'll let you whisper
I'll let you hold me
Do what you came to
You are the only
I will not cry out
I will not fight you
I'll let you have me
All that you want to
A/N: The title of this chapter is from a song of the same name by Seeker Lover Keeper, the theme of which is in keeping with this story and Pam's (and Eric's) feelings regarding her turning.
