The PriestessA Chapter by Nwang Second episode. Please tell me what you think and also point out any errors. Thank you. THE PRIESTESS Hazel looked at her
reflection in the mirror. Sometimes she wished she had black hair instead of
her brownish mane, and instead of her hazel eyes she wished they were deep
blue. But did appearances really matter? Did physical features really define
feelings? She turned herself
away from the mirror, and looked at the night sky from her window. She let out
a sigh. Her day had been hectic. Throughout the day she had been running
around; filing orders, looking at shipments, and to add to her troubles her
assistants had been all over the place. She knew that it was not their fault;
they were all beginners, but that did not stop her from screaming at them.
Finally, within the confines of her home she felt relaxed. She glanced at the
clock; it was nearly nine-thirty. Her husband was late. It was not unusual for
her husband to work late, but he would always inform her. Tonight she had not
received any calls or messages from him. She picked up her phone from a nearby
table, and began to call him. His phone rang but he did not pick up. The call
went to voicemail; she hung up. She was about to
call his office but gave up on that thought. He probably was in a meeting.
December was usually a busy month for his firm, with the holiday season and the
New Year, and she disliked calling his office because she had to go through a
lot of channels. She put her phone
aside on the table, and seated herself on the couch. She lifted her left hand
and touched her wedding ring. She smiled looking at it. The memory was so fresh
in her mind. It has nearly been five years, but she remembers it like it was
today. They had been
dating for three months, and it had been their first Christmas party as a
couple. The party had been organized by a mutual friend of theirs. The party
had been nice, but what she remembered so vividly was what had happened after.
They had decided to spend the night together, and her apartment had been the
closest to the party, so they were going to go there. He had been somber all
night, but she had not asked what was troubling him. After they had been
walking for a while she had finally asked, “What is wrong?” He had looked her
deep in her eyes and asked, “Do you love me?” She had been
surprised by his sudden question. She had known she had fallen for him. She had
known it two weeks into their relationship. So without questioning his motive,
she had answered him truthfully. “Yes.” All of a sudden his
lips had come crashing on to hers. This had not been their first kiss, but it
had been different. Different than all the kisses she had before. Under the
cold wintry night; she had felt like a blooming flower. The kiss had deepened.
All the darkness had poured out of her, all her emptiness had been
removed. She had then come to a realization.
Before that night; she had never been kissed. The kiss ended,
like it had begun. In an instant. She had wanted more from him, but before she
could say anything; something happened which she had never imagined. He had
gone down to one knee and had held a velvet box in his hand. The delight in her
heart had been indescribable. Heaven had fallen on earth. The cold night had
not affected the warmth she had felt, as the stars had been witnesses of the
time she had said yes. Her smile more
radiant as she finished reminiscing. She glanced at the clock once again. It
was a few minutes past ten. Now she was starting to get worried. This time she
was going to call his office. Then she remembered. Today was Thursday. He
probably had lunch with his best friend. Maybe he told her something. She quickly browsed
through her contacts and clicked on the name Daphne. The phone rang. No answer. It rang again. No answer. It rang for the
third time. “Hello,” answered a
raspy voice. “Hello, Daphne.” “Yes, Hazel.” “Did you meet Mark
for lunch?” There was silence for a moment. Then Daphne replied, “Yes, we did.” “Did he mention to
you that he was going to be late today?” More silence. “Hello, Daphne. Are
you there?” cried Hazel into her phone. “Yes. Yes. Sorry-he
told me there was a meeting. He was in a hurry. He probably is busy,” said
Daphne in a shaky voice. “It was just that
he has not called,” said Hazel worriedly. “Don’t worry. He is
probably stuck in a board meeting. It’s December, this is their busiest time.” Hazel nodded.
“Sorry for the inconvenience, Daphne.” “No problem. If
anything comes up, feel free to call me.” “Thanks. Good
night.” “Good night.” The phone
disconnected. Hazel stared at the screen for a moment, and then kept it back on
the table. Speaking with
Daphne had calmed her a little bit. Her husband was probably stuck in a
meeting. It went awfully long sometimes. Come to think of it; Daphne sounded
kind of sick. It was probably because of the weather; it was getting colder
every day. Daphne had always
been an enigma to her. They had spoken to each other on many occasions, but she
was never able to truly understand her. There was something about Daphne;
something different, something hidden, and she wanted to find out what it was.
She could say that she envied Daphne a little bit. Maybe it was her regal
beauty. Maybe it was the closeness she shared with Mark. Maybe it was- She suddenly had a
flash of memory. The memory of Mark looking longingly at Daphne. The way he had
looked at Daphne had nearly broken Hazel’s heart. He had looked like he was
hurt. He had looked like he was in pain. He had looked like he was in search.
He had looked like he was in- ‘Ting’ She received a
message. She picked up her phone and opened it. It read: Sorry.
Been busy all day. Could not call you. In a huge meeting right now. Will be
late. See you later. Love. She sighed after
reading the message. She locked her phone and kept it on the table. She stood
up from the couch and walked towards the balcony. She sometimes reads
too much into things. Maybe it is because she has a habit of reading between
the lines. She should not be analyzing things between her husband and Daphne.
Her husband was hers and that was the important thing. She loved him dearly;
she was his priestess, and her love the eternal flame burning in his temple. She reached the
balcony and grasped the railing. She gazed at the city lights and the moving
headlights of cars. She absently started running her hand over her stomach with
a smile playing on her lips. She knew her love
was deep. Her love was devotion. Her love was prayer. And what greater blessing
could she have asked for, than bear the child of her deity.
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