Tobais

It all started when he asked that question. Of course, he had only whispered it to me. It was in the middle of the day. The streets were crowded, the sun was going down, and I had fallen flat on my face. Damn those pink heels. Guess where my face landed. …nearly into a trash can; it was one of those black, wire, basket-looking ones. Yeah, sure…it would have definitely sucked if I had crashed into it, spilling the contents everywhere. That's why I chose to fall over instead of catching myself on it. …Where was my boyfriend? He had turned away from me to point at something—he was out of arms reach. That's when my face met pavement. But while I