Chapter 17 - jealousy
He pulls the large hood from his cloak over his head, drops his shoulders and carefully makes his way to the back of the three broomsticks.
A familiar song plays in the background, as a live band dances on stage, nobody is looking at him as he sits down in the darkest part of the room peering out into the crowd of dancing people.
“There will come a poet
Whose weapon is His word.
He will slay you with His tongue
Oh lei, oh lai, oh, Lord”.
He knows that nobody would recognise him, there is a not even a trace of the young Sebastian that they all knew those years ago, that was apparent when he caught sight of himself in shop windows.
But still, he worries about somebody recognising him and alerting everybody to his presence.
He watches the door open and close as merry groups of people arrive and leave, many stumbling out onto the cobbled road, the door opens once more and a red light catches his eye, hand in hand he watches then enter the pub.
“MILLICENT”, he exclaims too loud, luckily not loud enough to be heard over the band.
He studies her frame slouched over Ominis’ shoulder as they order their drinks and go to sit at the window seat, still holding onto each-other as they make their way.
He can barely understand what he’s feeling, Jealousy? Definitely but the pain in his chest hits so strong it almost knocks him off his chair.
He can still feel her hand in his, walking in the dark forest, the way she had to tiptoe to meet his lips when they kissed, he thought they would be spending the years together, he didn’t think he would be spending his lurking in the shadows of his former home.