the guy at the party

28.- insta prom

    Today was going to be the day. The day I got all dressed up since the accident, The day I’ll see my friends again, the day I’ll actually be okay. For months, I’ve been in the dark. Literally. But not today.
  I saw my beautiful, silver, sparkly, long dress hanging from the closet rack and smiled at it, knowing how beautiful it’s going to look on my body.
   I got out of bed, and took a few steps until I had reached my vanity. I scanned my face. There were scars that the makeup couldn’t cover, but it’s okay because they tell a story. My story. Zach’s story. Our story.
  I threw my hair into a bun, and dumped my makeup bag unto the vanity. I started to play around, just trying to find a look, and then this happened:

And well, I liked that.

   After my face was all pretty, my began to ring. Zach’s name lit up the screen, and my heart raced just a little faster.
  “Hey.” Zach said.
  & faster.
  “You’re gonna look stunning.”
& even faster...
   I looked back at myself in the mirror, as Zach gave me compliments although he couldn’t see me.
  “Zach?” I asked.
“Yes, baby?” He replied
“I’m going to put my dress on, okay? I’ll call you back.” I smiled.
  The line disconnected.
  I ran my fingers over the surface of my dress, feeling every sparkle & smiled at the fact that it’s all gonna be on me tonight. Tonight is my night.

The next thing on my checklist, is the shoes. The shoes are what I’m least excited for, because I know I won’t be able to walk in them. But damn, they’re gorgeous. And I know Zach would think so too.