Ian’s POV
She announced in a drunken tone, “My name is Myra Clark”
It was at that moment; I understood why I felt drawn toward her. She was my first love, and I was glad I finally found her.
I walk into the store, my mind making a note of what to cook for dinner. I think about Myra at her home yesterday evening. Her declaration of love with a wine cork, she was still the same; wanting to marry, as she did fifteen years ago.
It is different now because I know what she looks like, unlike when a bandage covered my eyes. At that time, I could only rely on her warm and soft touch. Losing my parent at that age was a cold time for me, but her touch made it warm.
A memory of our time together helped me when I went to Calitain to live with my aunt after I was discharged from the hospital. My aunt’s home differed from my parent’s home; it made me cry a lot, when I missed my parent. Abbey would often ask me.
“Ian, don’t you have a future goal?”
