For Dribble Drabble – A Challenge.
Dominique & Teddy. Grace.
She would walk up to him with her head held high, in grace and in dignity, hair cascading down her back like the only thing that the perfection about her couldn't clutch. She would say "I'm no longer a girl–I'm much more than that."
Their eyes would meet, bare like open graves to their deepest desires, but they wouldn't speak.
Then they would part, and wait. Wait for the other to make a move, wait for something to happen, but only making the ravine between them even wider.
So wide they would never be able to reach each other.