HIS LIGHT

ACE'S POINT OF VIEW. I smiled against her hair and pulled away slowly so I could continue with what I was saying. I knew she wouldn’t turn me away; she wasn’t like Micheala…. I remembered the girl I thought I loved back in middle school, and her reaction when I told her about it. She proceeded to vomit on my shoes and tell the rest of our classmates that I was a damaged boy. Valerian pulled me out of that school the moment he found out about it, not even considering the principal’s offer to have the kids who bullied me expelled. I still remember what my mother looked like. Although the memory was jarring, I could picture her face as clearly as eight-year-old me would remember. Her hair always looked as dark as the night sky, and would be oiled with something that had jasmine in it. She always had on really heavy, cakey makeup. No matter the time of day, her face would be contorted with different colours to conceal how hideous she looked underneath. I remembered how her laugh sounds, th