I thought for a moment. My life was pretty messed up right now when it came to timelines, but 7 years ago I would have been 17… maybe 18 years old? I closed my eyes as my lips curled into a snarl of disgust. Luckily for me, my neighbor seemed to be staring off into space as he told his story.
"You were so beautiful," he breathed, reaching out with his hands into the air in front of him like he could touch the me he was picturing in his head. "Your black hair was like the finest of silks as it swayed gently in the breeze. I remember you using your pen to push it back behind your ear before your supervisor yelled at you for having your hair down at a crime scene. I wanted to kill that bastard for speaking to you like that."