The Lady in Red

on Wednesday, May 22, 2013

She was the lady in red. 

Out of all the hazy memories he had, it was that he was most certain. She was the lady in red.

He remembered dancing her, gliding and twirling around effortlessly on the dance floor. He remembered thinking about how grand of a pair they must’ve looked throughout the party with him looking dapper in his suit and her looking captivating in red. He remembered that her lips had matched her gown and that she had the most brilliant of smiles.

But he got drunk.

And now that was all he could remember of her.

image credits to in-dissoluvel @ Tumblr


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