Moonlight poured through the glass window, its faintly blue tinge adding depth to the shadows and washing out all color. Johnny had pulled the curtains all the way back, clearing his view of the sky before he sat. Now the rough texture of the couch fabric pressed against the bare skin of his back and the wood floor was cold beneath one bare foot. His other leg was stretched out on the floor, ended on the braided rag rug.
With his elbow braced against his raised knee, Johnny turned his wedding ring over and over between his silver-meshed fingers, feeling every faint scratch or knick, counting the ones added since he had left RhyDin. Left Sianna behind. In the moonlight his emerald eyes were dark and unfocused.
There should have been a fire burning low to embers. Johnny let out a slow breath and tilted his head back against the seat cushion. He closed his eyes, remembered. He should be leaning against her legs. Sianna's cool fingers should be brushing his hair back from his eyes, running lightly over the stubble on his jaw. He should be able to smell the faint scent of roses that clung to her. Instead when he inhaled there was a spicy sandalwood note, the lingering trace of Sarah's perfume from where she had sat on the couch earlier in the day.
Silver-meshed fingers closed into a fist around his ring while his face twisted briefly. Finally he lifted his head from the cushion and opened his eyes, staring out the window. From this angle seated on the floor, he could just barely see the star RhyDin circled; his ring flipped over and over in his hand.
With his elbow braced against his raised knee, Johnny turned his wedding ring over and over between his silver-meshed fingers, feeling every faint scratch or knick, counting the ones added since he had left RhyDin. Left Sianna behind. In the moonlight his emerald eyes were dark and unfocused.
There should have been a fire burning low to embers. Johnny let out a slow breath and tilted his head back against the seat cushion. He closed his eyes, remembered. He should be leaning against her legs. Sianna's cool fingers should be brushing his hair back from his eyes, running lightly over the stubble on his jaw. He should be able to smell the faint scent of roses that clung to her. Instead when he inhaled there was a spicy sandalwood note, the lingering trace of Sarah's perfume from where she had sat on the couch earlier in the day.
Silver-meshed fingers closed into a fist around his ring while his face twisted briefly. Finally he lifted his head from the cushion and opened his eyes, staring out the window. From this angle seated on the floor, he could just barely see the star RhyDin circled; his ring flipped over and over in his hand.