Nathanael's POV:
Afterimages may be a normal phenomenon in most cases, but for wolf shifters that have bonded with someone, it is very much pathological.
Rosemary's visage haunts my corneas, and will probably continue to appear before my eyes everywhere I go for the next few weeks or so.
Her face is not the only culprit however. Her sweet scent ensnares my senses; I hear her euphonious voice uttering my name from every side.
My shoes clatter against the marble flooring of my room as I land on both feet, instantaneously killing my momentum.
I straighten up before walking around the neatly tidy mahogany desk laying right at the window I just came through.
I pass by the framed wall mirror I nearly broke earlier this evening before stopping for a moment… The clinking and clanking of my previous footsteps still echoes between the walls of this unnecessarily vast room.
