An Unwelcome Addition

For mywitch - inviting Willoughby to the picnic.


It is folly; indeed it is a most unique form of self-torture. She has eyes and ears only for one and I doubt him – oh, yes, I doubt Willoughby. There is something there that inspires wariness in me, and it is more than jealous or bitterness.

Self-torture it is, yes, for though her eyes are not for me, I still wish to see how they shine in the sun. I still wish to hear the music that is her laugh. I still ardently wish to be near her.

Her presence is reason enough. I shall invite him – if I must.