The darkness was encompassed by sounds, the soft lyrics she remembered she once knew to be the shrine of their love, pulling her into yet another memory.
“So I drown it out like I always do
Dancing through our house
With the ghost of you
And I chase it down
With a shot of truth
Dancing through our house
With the ghost of you…”
Tracy saw his smile, the look in his eyes as he held out a hand, waiting for her to say yes. To dance with her, his wife … his. She was his. That one word that once whispered the promise of an eternal love. Their love. She remembered the look in his eyes as he stood, asking her to dance as her husband the very first time, like the first drop of rain in an endless desert. Unquenchable thirst luminescent.
As he traced the curves of her body underneath the sheer lace of her white wedding dress. His eyes roaming over the dangerous dip of her neck.
Always in lace he would say and till date that’s all she ever wore.