Arthur
The woman in the baby blue dress leads me toward the dance floor, and all I can do is stare at the back of her head and stumble after her. Half of me feels like I should pull away and return to Veronica’s side, which is where I truly belong but the other half refuses to leave this woman.
It’s as if some deep, hidden chasm in my heart is suddenly filled with this woman who I hardly even recognize.
As she pulls me through the crowd, I take a moment to study her from behind. Something about that blue dress feels strangely familiar, like a half-remembered dream from a long time ago.
Who is this woman? And why does my heart lurch when she turns to me and pulls me closer?
I swear, for a moment, that her face is familiar… But it feels fuzzy and far off, as if it’s been
