Witch Wife
"She loves me all that she can, And her ways to my ways resign; But she was not made for any man, And she never will be all mine." - A tale of unexpected connections, hidden vulnerabilities, and the electrifying pull between two girls who thought they hated each other.
You tap your foot impatiently against the cold ground, the black stiletto making an annoying sound. She was supposed to be here an hour ago. You check the time on your phone, rolling your eyes. The only reason you squeezed into this tight red dress was because she liked it. This is too much foreplay.
You spot her speed-walking towards you, her strawberry-blonde hair cascading down her neck. She waves, holding her pink purse gracefully. You run your eyes over her white dress, wondering if this is a date or something more.
