Lunar Eclipse (3)

I have a memory from not long ago.

-Carmilla.

A voice I sorely missed.

A particularly gentle resonance seemed to live and breathe beside my ears.

The hand that had settled warmly atop my head, and the moment I melted at its lukewarm heat.

-Our proud daughter.

My father always smiled like that.

His smile was gentle, unlike a vampire's, as though it might melt away at any moment.

If I were to name the season, it must have been early spring, when the last of the frost had begun to melt.

I liked that...