Chapter 3 - Red

“Samson came to my bed,

told me that my hair was red,

told me I was beautiful and came into my bed.”

            Honesty is a tricky thing. It seems so hard at first. It seems nigh impossible when you’re looking into the face of someone you are sure is a real human and not a creature like yourself. But the truth always comes out that you’re both creatures, more than likely of the same kind, and then honesty becomes intoxicatingly easy. Even easier with liquid encouragement.

           

            He learned why she wore a diamond and a band on her right hand. She learned why he never took off his cross necklace. He discovered that her favorite meal is breakfast, she’s a flaming liberal, and a painter. She discovered his love for the outdoors, cooking, and history. He told her his former fiancé had cheated on him and married his best friend. She told him she’d been a dancer since she was fifteen. He learned the placement of her birthmarks. She learned the locations of his scars.

            And in a silent moment he told her. He told her he would never love again. And he was never going to get over what had happened to him.

            She told him that was okay. She told him she had loved many before him and would love many again.