The restaurant echoed with magic and the chants from joyful people. Souls, happy to mingle and be together. Light shone down via the stain-glassed sunroof. Flecks of pretty lights danced on her arms. The gods mocked her. Or at least he did.
At the corner table, she waited. Body and mind numb. Beyond the tears. Time, a lost moment. It wasn’t too late to change her mind. But if she didn’t care for her happiness, how could she expect him to? Playing second fiddle never ended well.
Brigit’s torch flickered in agreement on the wall. Be strong.
She’d sing her goodbye song.