Late night at the office.You know how it is.Don’t wait up.
I stare at the message.The words blur slightly.His casual indifference stings more than any angry outburst ever could.A humorless laugh escapes my lips, laced with exhaustion.
You know how it is.
But I don’t.
Whatever.
He doesn’t want to be here?Then I won't be here either.
Not anymore.
I toss my cellphone onto the bed and head to the walk-in closet.
Clothes hang in rows, a riot of color that mocks my mood.Dresses I bought for date nights, outfits I wore to company events with James.Uniforms of a life that feels a million miles away.I sift through them.
Too clingy.
Too revealing.
Too… desperate.
I grab a black dress.Simple and elegant.The kind I usually wear for important meetings.But as I hold it up against me, it feels wrong.
Too corporate.
Too cold.
I toss it onto the bed.
A red silk blouse catches my eye.A gift from Mary, who always said it made me look “fierce”.I try it on, but the color feels too aggressive.
Too bold.
I rip it off, frustrated.
Jeans and a T-shirt?Too casual.
A skirt and sweater?Too… ordinary.
Nothing feels right.Nothing feels likemeanymore.
Or maybe, I don’t know whomeis right now.
Finally, I spot it…
A dark green, knee-length dress with sheer, billowy sleeves and a plunging neckline.
It’s comfortable, but stylish.
Confident, but not flashy.
I slip it on.It fits perfectly, skimming my curves without being overly revealing.It’s a dress I bought on a whim, one I’ve never worn before.
It feels…
Right.
