Scarlett Sage was sitting on an old prop trunk, her costume’s sequins catching the ghost of a distant streetlamp. She wasn’t drinking. She was just there , looking small despite the armor of her stage persona.
Scarlett stood. They were inches apart now. “You were supposed to tell him you loved him. But you were looking at me.”
They had just fallen in love in a place where nothing was supposed to be real.
Scarlett Sage was sitting on an old prop trunk, her costume’s sequins catching the ghost of a distant streetlamp. She wasn’t drinking. She was just there , looking small despite the armor of her stage persona.
Scarlett stood. They were inches apart now. “You were supposed to tell him you loved him. But you were looking at me.”
They had just fallen in love in a place where nothing was supposed to be real.