Vanessa
I started humming a song, a melody I love… a song I danced to with Ethan at an event, I think it was a charity event… we danced because one of the hosts asked us to. Ethan looked at me, offered me his hand, and I took it… but that song was profound, it spoke of old loves, of us, and I knew that song was for me.
He didn't say, “I dedicate this song to you,” but I know that's what it was.
I picked up the box of hair dye, looked at it… Dark Brown.
I smiled, read the words on the packaging over and over, then looked up at my reflection in the mirror.
My hair, my face, my features… people say I look just like my mother.
For years I'd heard comments. “You look so much alike.” “You look like sisters.”
That bothered me right now, because it's not my mother I want to be like… I want
