Friday
"Evan? Where are you?" A voice echoed through my head. A tune fast on its lips. Da-dum. "Bye Evan."
That sounded so real. As if she was saying it to me. 'Don't hate me...' I wanted to say.
"Who's the man?" I whispered. Her white dress -her iconic white dress- flared out beside her. "I don't know," she'd whispered back. My eyes drooped down unable to withstand the light that radiated off of her.
"I've never met him."
"He was never there."
"Was this all a joke?"
She laughed whole-heartedly.
"Maybe. I don't know the answer..."
"...only you do..."
YOU ARE READING
When You Fall For The Moon
Nouvelles'She wept like the sky. Hair like velvet, it was golden and bright, almost blinding. She sat in the middle of the road, her white dress flared out behind her. Her head turned slightly, enough to meet my eyes with her never ending tears. A soft cry s...
