We were supposed to be in the season. Us! My make up done, hair styled, strutting off in my most expensive gown, struggling to look like a natural on heels while I waited for you. All buff in your tux, your dark skin glistening under the street light, you would alight from the Uber with arms waiting for me.

You would stop when you see me, too shocked to move. You would let out a scream for both of us.

“You look so beautiful”, You’d say eyes wide, eyebrows agreeing with you. I would let out a shy ‘thank you’. I would... continue reading http://dasience.com/fading/