- Silk Dress
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kthxrawr
- July 21st, 2003
Silk stains very easily.
She holds up the dress for you to look at, and asks why don't you wear it instead of buying a new one. You freeze and then laugh, covering your hesitation. You say it won't go with the ribbon you want to wear in your hair. She smiles and tells you that there's other ribbons, and there's only one dress like this.
When she looks at the dress, she sees something of beauty, perhaps almost perfection. She only sees that the dress would look good on you.
You see other things. You see tears staining the off-white material. You feel, rather than see, rejection, loneliness, pain and broken dreams. You see that face smiling, and you hear the words, the promises that that voice whispered. You remember waiting nervously, seeing someone packing bags, ready to chase a dream.
No, you say. You can't wear the dress. You smile and say that it's not yours to wear. She frowns for a moment, and then her expression changes to one of excitement as she pulls on your hand and tells you that if you're going to be that way, then there's a perfect dress for you. You smile and let her pull you along, relieved she's dropped the ubject.
After all, she's not to know the owner of the dress isn't around anymore to claim it.
You wonder if she's found her dream.