002 – Love
Alison loved him. She did, she really did.
But at times like this, she just HAD to hate him. Why, why did he make her love him so? Why did she spend all night thinking about him, fighting in that god-awful war, and then shriek at him when he came home because he got wounded? She knew that wherever he was, right now, he was probably bleeding, and the solidity of that fact formed a sizzling line right from her chest to the pit of her stomach. Pressing her hand to her chest, she was surprised when they did not come away bloody.
The door cracked open, and a small, dark head poked itself inside. Her blue eyes, so close a shade to Alison's own, blinked knowingly at her, but she made no sound, nor expression.
"Hey, Persephone," Alison whispered, smiling slightly. And then, "Did I wake you?"
"Yes." The bluntness of her answer was… interesting to say the least. Did she blame Alison for waking her up?
"No, you can't help but want him home instead of out there." A pause from her daughter. "You can't even help thinking so loudly about it that I heard it all the way down in the library."
"…Library?" Alison asked, clinging onto the new conversation thread like a lifeline.
"Yes, there are several interesting books there."
Alison swooned, running across the room to pick up her daughter and swing her around. At age 6, Persephone Haunted was reading!