Two Worlds, One Fence

I stood at the fence around his property. From here I could see inside his two story farmhouse. The dusk meant the lamps inside gave me a clear view of him moving about, lovingly touching his girlfriend as they set the table together and served each other sensible portions of steamed vegetables and grilled chicken.

It was enough to make me physically ill.

The sky turned a purple mirroring my bruised heart. I turned back towards my known world. Crossing that fence meant I would have to accept the way the world was over there. It was a world I missed, a world I'd burned the bridge to, one in which I felt I could never face again.

Not now.

This was my side of the fence, my new world, the place I had been for 6 months. It was my home. The graveyard was lit by solar lights at various graves, but my mausoleum was in the darkest corner at the back. I shoved open the door.

"What are you doing up so early? Why are you back?" Distaste wrinkled my sire's nose. "Get outta here! Go! Feed!"

I hissed at him.