Interlude Two
Many years into the future�
�Do you think you�ll ever forget Heather?� I ask. Connor and I are now just walking aimlessly around the older part of the cemetery. It�s extremely peaceful and there is nobody else around.
He shakes his head. �No. She was my first love. How can you forget your first love?�
I sigh. �Steph wasn�t my first love, far from it. Actually, I can�t really remember my first love. I was young and reckless, and I had thought that she was everything I could ever ask for in a woman. But then I met Steph, and I couldn�t believe how wrong I had been.� I pause as I stare away into the distance. �I don�t want to forget her. She wasn�t my first love though.�
Connor is silent for a moment. �It�s different for me.�
I turn to look at him. He�s over four hundred and fifty years old, but it doesn�t show. One perk to being an Immortal, I suppose. �When did it stop hurting?� I ask.
He sighs softly. �It still hurts. But time does help.�
Every year, on the day of her death, I never fail to become melancholic. It�s the day I always miss her the most, and it�s the day it always hurts the most. For awhile neither of us speak, and I�m lost in my memories. Already a couple are beginning to fade, and I panic slightly. I don�t want to ever forget one moment I had spent with Stephanie.
Connor suddenly starts chuckling to himself, and I glance over. �Did I miss something?�
�No, I was just thinking about how times have changed since my�well, my very early days.�
�Such as?�
�I just remembered when you told me about how Hunter pretty much okayed your relationship with his wife. I mean, if that had been me, I would have killed anyone who even dared to think about Heather in that way.�
I had to smile wryly. �Yes, I suppose it might seem a little strange. But like I said, theirs was a marriage of convenience more than anything. Actually, it�s probably more accurate to call it a business relationship than a marriage.� Then, I thought some more. �It eventually did turn into a real marriage though.�
�Were you�?�
I shake my head, knowing what he was going to ask. �I was upset for awhile, yes. I was hurt and angry and jealous, but she was happy with him. She loved him.� I pause. �Loath as I am to admit it, it did hurt. But she also loved me, so I guess I have to be content with that.�
