Lion Head Mesa just exuberance

she is no shadow. is all ingram offers in response. no, she reminded him of a star and imagined that she would singe and burn just as mercilessly. another pang of missing the shadow makes itself known within his chest and he scowls; gruffly. his attachment to his once companion could not be healthy ...and whatever affection he had begun to feel for her would clearly need to be buried. as deep as ingram was capable of burying it.

ingram. he replies with a grunt. they call me ingram. it was not what his mother called him but ...she was dead and her opinion ceased to matter the moment she'd left him; as did, apparently, her life.