Memory from a Gray Past

2018 Words

AVALON What to wear? I asked myself the whole day after lunch. And each time I had to, I felt butterflies erupt in my tummy, not to mention my face being at a preheated stage. How do I tell him that I don’t have a single dress for an event like this? I found myself asking occasionally. Earlier, I was worried about whom the person in the shadow could be, but he assured me that he would find who the person was. But maybe if it was just my eyes playing tricks on me. I couldn’t concentrate on the earlier part of the day because it was eating my mind up. I questioned if it was Sebastian and how he could have snuck past security. I also questioned if it was Lance. It couldn’t have been Renee. The shadow didn’t have curves like she did. And now, instead of working, I found myself distracted b

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