This is a work of fiction.
My relationship with the special one was a bit hazy.
You know, they say you have to go through a lot of frogs to find Prince Charming. I don’t know about Prince Charming but I found an alternative, and he made me feel….nothing.
Like right now. I was getting ready to go out. Black or red? I looked better in black, but there was something about red. The color of love. The color of blood.
I decided to go with the black dress. ‘Red is for sluts’ : hey that’s what Tara said, not me! Tara, my bestie was going to pick me up in another five minutes.
‘You look good’. I turned around.
There he was, my dirty little secret…sitting on my dressing table.
I smiled cheekily,’I know!’
I stared at him, fighting the urge to give in again. I knew his eyes said ‘You know you want to’….but I ignored him.
I heard a sound of a car honking. I grabbed my keys and in my haste, dropped a photograph on my dressing table. It fell down with a crack. I started at it, till the persistent honking of Tara’s Chevrolet made me realise that my special one was right.
‘Will you be here when I get back?’ I whispered. He was one of my biggest sins.
He walked towards me, tucked a strand of hair behind my ear ,’I’m a part of you now,’he whispered, his breath hot on my cheek.
I felt his hand press something into my palm.
‘Something to remember me by’.
I put his parting gift in my purse and walked outside.
To be continued…