The most enticing memories always surface when she is trying most diligently to forget those elements in life that make her most content. Each has its own recognizable pulse that alerts her to her past in relevance to her present.
Walking through a vacant corridor, she could feel the echo of her heels against the foreign floor stones. Next to him, she felt fuzzed over, surreal, like her life wasn't happening, but was rather a snippet from a cliche Lifetime movie.
She had never been to this restaurant before - never knew what it was famous for - only that it was "classy" and required an extra hour of prep time. For a moment, she wished she had worn a skirt. She had wanted to look beautiful, make his eyes light up the way they did when she visited. He was always lighting up and it made her insides go fluid like hot apple cider.
"Two," he had said. "We have reservations."
At the time, she hadn't any.
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