{Moss Legacy} Chapter 3 | Brydie

And then there was him

May 09, 2025

Some of the people who make their way around this neighbourhood are so strange. Recently, I was immersed in creating a new vase, clay up to my elbows, humming a tune I’d had stuck in my head for days when a clipped voice greeted me.

I looked up to see an unnaturally pale older gentleman, dressed smartly, not a hair on his head or moustache out of place. I noticed his skin emitting a slight glow as his gaze followed my hands as they formed the rounded sides before rising to meet mine. “There is a party,” he stated, as if answering a question. His grey eyes seemed to shift, becoming more solid. “You should go.”

I laughed, that nervous giggle you give when you don’t want to make waves with a stranger and started to tell him that I was happy hanging out at home but something stopped me and I heard myself ask where.

I arrived to find a crackling fire, the scent of burning wood tickling my nose. Once my eyes adjusted to the glow, I was surprised to find naked people dancing, laughing and enjoying the night. It was entirely not what I had expected. Although, to be honest, I’m not sure what it was I thought I was going into.

Deep down, I felt the pang - I did not want to be here and yet, I stayed.

The warmth of the flames blushed my cheeks pink and soon, the music and revelry was flowing through me and I, too, was dancing. Feeling alive in a new way I had never felt before.

And then, there was him. Tall, handsome, saying all the right things. I’ve spent my whole life avoiding feelings. Having watched my parents barely tolerate each other, the wounds left on all three of us meant I knew from a young age that love wasn’t real and there was no way I would let another person close to hurt me.

Those deep brown eyes, though. Looking right into my soul as he gently told me he’d never seen anyone as stunning as me. That it wasn’t the bonfire making him feel all warm and fuzzy, he didn’t believe in love at first sight and yet here I was right in front of him.

I was head-over-heels before he even gave me his name. “Don,” his voice rumbled into my ear, warm breath sending goosebumps up and down my flesh.

He was gone before the sun rose and I suppose I will never see him again. It’s for the best, of course. All a girl needs is her pottery and music, plants and fresh air.

Until next time,

dag dag x

{Moss Legacy} Chapter 3 | Brydie

And then there was him

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