Our Rendezvous

Her highlights tangled with her dyed hair, falling on her face. She placed her toufa behind her ears, so she can have a better view on her eyes. She blinked. She blushed. I hope he likes how I look like. She drew straight lines by the liquid eyeliner on her eyelids, looked again. Beautiful. She giggled. She reached out for the red lipstick, brushed it on her lower lip, smoothly. She stamped it to her upper lip, and she had heart-shaped lips under her nose.

She gazed at the beauty upon the mirror she stood in front of. She always underestimated her charming smile with her beautifully aligned teeth, her pretty cheekbones, her wide royal blue eyes, her long lashes that brushed her cheeks whenever she blushed and looked at the ground, her symmetrical doll face.

She stood. Dropped the silk maroon robe on the ground, walked across the room, heading to a long zipped black bag hung on her cabinet’s handle. She slowly pulled the zipper down. She stood there, staring, still amazed by the magnificent bloody red, diamond-braided, dantel-sewed dress. She could not believe a girl like her actually owned a dress looking like that. She slipped her slim structure into the dress, slowly, so she won’t ruin anything. She sat on her bed, sunk in, wanted to have a moment of blank. She cleared her mind of everything. She felt light, she felt happy.

Her alarm set at 12 snapped her into reality. She opened her eyes wide, aware, looked around while lying on the bed, a smile drawn on her face. She sat up gently. Turned to the side of the bed. She slipped her 39-sized foot in her high Cinderella-like heels. Brushed her hair one more time. She swayed across the room, her hair waving hello, her legs swinging with joy, her dress dancing with amore. It’s time! She raced downstairs. Took out all the candles she kept, lit them up one by one, smiling wider with each candle sparkled. She placed a bunch at every corner, she felt the warmth in the place, and she felt the love. I hope he feels it too.

While examining the place, looking for any particle of dust, the doorbell rang. And it rang loud enough to get her butterflies. Her spine stood up straight, goosebumps all over her body. She looked at the door. Finally, he’s here! She took baby steps to the door, and she wore the most beautiful smile on her face a person could ever imagine. She rushed herself. Her hands swinging with happiness, her hair flying with all kinds of ecstasy, and her heels clicking against the ground less the more she reached the door.

She opened the door. A man stood there with a bouquet of red roses. She looked confused, perplexed, that’s not the man she was anxiously waiting for… She took out the card on the roses, and it said;

“I am so sorry baby, I did not intend to die, I did not intend to hide my disease… Forgive me, I did not intend to miss our rendezvous.”