Where We Found Our Home by Natasha Bishop

 

Eddie

You seem to have forgotten about me, doll. You and that Lincoln have just been walking around town like the perfect couple. You seem so happy.

You have some nerve.

Every day you’re at that damn coffee shop with your laptop, and every night you’re working at that bar. Every free moment you have, you’re with him. You’ve become so predictable. It’s sad. I expected better from you, but you’ve proven to be nothing more than a disappointment.

I’ve given you too much power over me lately. I don’t deal with fire. And yet, I’ve set countless fires since being here to keep your little boyfriend busy. That’s not how our arrangement is supposed to work, doll. You’ve forgotten your place.

I think it’s time I reminded you who’s really in charge here. I was going to wait a little longer to announce my presence, but you’ve become far too comfortable.

Watching your pupils dilate at the sight of me will be my reward. Watching the color drain from your face will charge me for days to come. Your pain fuels me.

I know exactly where you’ll be in one hour. It’s time for our long-awaited reunion. Get ready.