The ride to the abandoned church was awkward. Silence glued my lips together making it impossible to talk. Drew didn’t ask me anything or said anything. He guided me to the blocked door which he moved with ease. It was pitch black once we got inside. He held my hand the whole time as he moved through the rooms. Night vision. I whish I had that small ability. Stupid humans...says the human. I sighed.
“We’re almost there.”
“Who was that girl, Drew?”
It was his time to sigh. “Ash, not now.” He let go of my hand as we entered another room. Candle light illuminated the room below us. Drew jumped down through the trapdoor, I followed suit.
Once I was climbing down the ladder, I stopped midway with a gasp.
This time he had out done himself. Candles of all colors adorned the floor with flower petals and champagne. Drew watched her pause mid way down the ladder as she took her time to take it all in. He knew she never knew anybody who’d done this exact thing for her and he wanted to be the one who’d done it.
When she didn’t move he chuckled and pulled her down carrying her in his arms. She hooked her arm around the back of his neck while the other held on to his shoulder. Both of his arms held her in place never faltering in his step. She was normal and weighted like a feather in the wind. He loved that about her. She was human.
In the middle of the room and décor he had placed a mattress with new sheets. He didn’t want her spending the time of her life in his old sweaty mattress he slept in the other room. His past was in that room stuffed away in a wood chest his father had made for him when he was younger. “Just for treasures, son, just for treasures.” He had said. Since then, in the huge woodened chest, all he puts away in there is everything besides treasures. Only what reminds him of his past. “You can’t outrun your past, Drew, it will always catch up to ya’.” Her words played over and over in his mind ruining the moment.
He was tired of lying and hiding from the truth. Drew looked at Ashley May making eye contact with her and said, “We need to talk.”
“About the girl?” God, but she was so innocent! And that was what he loved about her. She was pure, loving and compassionate. Everything she was not.
He put her down on the mattress. She sat there cross legged, watching his every movement. He leaned his back on the wall and pulled out a cigarette. “Her name is Kharla.”
Ashley smiled timidly. “An old girlfriend?” she asked.
He shook his head. “My wife.”