I’m looking for something, she told you. You watched her move between the racks of clothing, her fingers running softly over each piece of item. Marking them, subtly, as hers, whether she would leave the store with them or not.
Well, what’s something? you asked.
She stepped forward so you took a step, too, eager to keep up with her and to demonstrate something that you could not yet name.
Something… that is me, she replied.
You chuckled. Well, who are you then?
She turned and looked at you over her shoulder. Her stare did not go through you, no. It stopped, right at your heart like shrapnel, and exploded into smaller pieces, ricocheting through your body. Through your blood.
I’m yours, she said.
Simple, easy, no fuss. A declaration and nothing more. You closed the distance between you, as walls had been scaled and guards disposed of. She picked up a black dress and held it up to you.
What about this?