The six pm evening sky is a burst of colors–from the deepest purple to a vibrant orange. It’s the perfect pallet, one that most artists dream of.
Standing on James’ balcony with my elbows pressed up against the railings, I feel like a drab grey background in the midst of the celestial color splash. The lump in my throat hasn’t left since afternoon and I know why.
“There you are,” My best friend exhales as he shuffles through the tiny entrance and joins me on the balcony. His hair is in a loose ponytail with several strands falling around his face.
“Dinner is almost ready,” he smiles, “Prepare to be mind blown.”
Despite myself, I grin at him, “Really? I can’t wait.”
He chuckles and leans against the railing as well but this time, he’s backing the world.
“So what did the handsome bast
