I got the handmade card you sent. It was full of sparkling glitter and glued on red hearts. The message inside was typical of you: You will always belong to me.
Really, you shouldn’t have sent it. After five years, your words can’t harm me anymore. I’m better now — the jagged cut down my face you made to mark me and the slashes across my wrists I made to escape you are slowly healing.
I’m sorry to tell you this, but I’ve found an amazing man. He’s been an elixir for my constant fear. He makes me sigh when his lips touch mine with feathery kisses. And when his fingers dance their way down my stomach, I shiver with pleasure. He knows how to love me. In short, he’s nothing like you.
Oh! Before I forget, I gave the card to the police. You were careful, but their forensics tests were better. They found a single hair stuck in the glitter. It matched a recent case two counties over. Unlike me, the woman died. Unlucky for you, they caught you this time.
I imagine you will read this letter in your tiny cell. Your arrival must have sparked some interest. The pretty ones always do. You’ll have plenty of time to dwell on the cold eyes of men watching your every move, licking their lips in anticipation. Does this scare you? I hope so.
You will not be on my mind this Valentine’s Day. I’ll be with that man I mentioned. We’ll make love and afterwards take a walk, crunching through the snow, smelling the woodsy scent of fireplaces, and watching twinkling stars rise in the violet sky. It’s a shame your jail cell has no windows.
Have a happy Valentine’s Day, but do watch your back.
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With this post, I am linking to two different prompts. One is the Trifecta Writing Challenge, using the word DWELL. The word limit was 333 words. The second prompt was from Write at the Merge and it was to use the word ELIXIR.