Fragments of Love | Amber/Jade (I)
Girls were soft, sacred beings. A teaching Amber worshipped and religiously reminded herself of every day.
It had been easy to think of curves she was so used to seeing as a child, indulging in the sweetness after a rewarding bloodbath. She loved the gentle voices of women over rough, harsh grating grunts and words of men. It had always been that way.
Until she realised with horror, that the faceless girls she conjured up in her mind started taking on a life on their own, changing into a bigger, stronger build with mismatched eyes and a grin promising pain and suffering.
Oh, how she wished he was a girl, she thought. She could never curse her own upbringing, Mother and all of her aunts were always correct. She was a stray bird diving headfirst into the cold sea and never resurfacing with her prey, letting herself get caught by the creatures below the surface. He was a perfect mate, *too* perfect, and she couldn’t help but resent him for being born a male.
It was a bond that she had to get rid of, and quick, before she could stray any further away from home.
