Anything, But
Her favorite memory wasn’t really one moment. It was a collage of moments. All strung together. Of him. Smiling. And when he smiled at her, when they were together… she knew. She knew he was her home. That’s why, when he said good bye, it hurt. It hurt so much. Sometimes, life, it seemed, was anything, but fair.
Slow Dancin’
A lie. That’s what had gotten her here tonight. She had been told he wouldn’t be here. But… here he was. And here she was. And she should have known better. They were both trying to move on. And despite knowing this, they had been intentionally left alone by meddlers. Left alone to dance. To slow dance.
