Shadow kissed

Prologue

 Quick PSA -This is my first story ever. If You see any differences in the commas or quotation marks it's because i'm writing this on my notes and google docs prior to uploading on here. Don't ask why I just feel more comfortable doing that. I am fully accepting constructive criticism. But no bashing or hate. 

The year was 1916 .It's been exactly one year since my best friend Dela Anderson and I started working as nurses in the Influenza ward. The night was still young, our floor mother had told us to go home for the night. It was a Friday night and Dela wanted to go out and dance, she pleaded and pleaded until I caved. I finally agreed, we decided to go out to the new jazz club that opened up on bourbon street. The club was called Papa Rays, it hasn't been open for a month and is already the most popular place in town. And when I mean popular, I mean celebrities and all the richest people in town have been going there!

The place was so loud and bright anyone could see it glowing from a mile away. Dela and I walk in and immediately I get chills up and down my spine, the music was phenomenal . so loud and so marvelous. Smoke everywhere and drinks after drinks up and down the floor. I loved it. Dela pulled me on the dance floor. We danced and danced for what seemed like an eternity, I was pooped out. 

I tell Dela, " I'm gonna go get us some drinks and find us a place to sit." 

 She gave me a thumbs up. Then suddenly I heard the most beautiful sound I have ever heard in the world, this man with a voice that sounded like silk surrounded with honeysuckle, dripping like glitter in the middle of May. Oh his voice so enchanting, drawing me in at every note. His piano playing, so riveting. I couldn't help but walk up closer to the stage, I couldn't help but stare at him......

I just watched him sing his heart out up on that stage. I watched him the entire night. Dela could tell that I was in love just by my facial expression. She told me to go get him because I was drooling like an idiot. But also because if I didn't then someone else would snatch him up from right under my nose. After his set my eyes follow him as he walks off the stage. I internally yell at my feet to follow. Once I get to the back I'm almost there. I can see him, I can almost touch him... I'm nearly there and then... One of the bouncers shuts the door in my face. 

I huffed and turned around ready to accept my defeat. But then I got an insane sense of courage and I went up to the bouncer asking if I could speak with the singer. He just looked at me said no. I asked again and again for about 15 minutes.  I was ready to just give up. Then the door opened again and he stepped out. Charles Eugene Vanchure. 

The most beautiful man I had ever laid my eyes upon.  This gorgeous man,  with beautiful milk chocolate skin and his eyes. Oh these stunning dark brown glorious eyes.  His smile, this bright consuming effervescent smile. The kind that brings joy into the room, the kind that puts you into a trance. He was six feet tall with a kind of rugged yet still clean shaven look. He was 26 years of age. Hot, sexy, handsome.  I introduced myself right away hoping that my profound new courage was actually going to help me out. 

After our introductions we ended up talking the night away. It was a night of excitement and new profound love. Well love if anyone could say if they had seen the way we looked at one another the entire night. He was 7 years older than I was at the time. I didn't care age was just a number right? I would certainly say so.

Well... that's what I used to say, but  when I saw him again about a century later... I noticed something. He's not alone. He's with someone. So am I. He hasn't aged a day... But then again....neither have I.