Alec & Circe
Winter days in Weeping Hollow were the shortest, and while Alec was fond of the night, it was only during the light of the sun when Circe would come.
However, each time they were together, Alec lost track of time. She robbed him entirely, and he forgot there were tomorrows. She was a song, a dangerous femme fatale, wrapped in mystery in those dresses that clung to her body, and with lips that cut him open … and when she smiled, he couldn’t think at all.
The fire beat against Circe’s golden Skin as she stepped into the bedroom to find Alec. Instead, she was greeted by letters tucked into an envelope with her name scrolled in script across the top.
Inside was a treasure map. Come find me, Circe, it read.
This had become their favorite Pastime, after all. Writing love notes to one another, secret messages scattered throughout. If anyone should find their letters, their secret was safe. And each time they were apart, they could be Reminded of the love they shared when the distance was too much to bear.
Circe began the hunt, decoding the messages with a bright, excited smile. It hadn’t taken her long. The mysteries between them kept their love afire even though she believed she knew all of Alec’s tricks.
Then she happened upon an arrow made of seashells In the sand.
She followed the trail of shells, her heart racing inside her, around the bend where the rocks gathered. Just on the other side, Alec stood upon the deck of a sailboat beside the word Wistoragic carved into the wood across the hull.
“It means a lingering sadness and sense of Nostalgia following the last chapter of a Great love story.” Alec jumped down and swiped his palms together. “This is our happily ever after. And it’s all yours if you want it.”
By this time Alec had approached her, crossing his arms over her chest from behind, taking her into his arms.
“You haven’t said a word.” He laughed. “Do you like it?”
“Where are we to go?”
Alec smiled. “Everywhere.”