A Bleeding Heart

The next day, here I am. In Willowglen Park. I agreed to help Zoey and she said I could decide the place, so I chose this one. Familiar ground. Familiar trees. Familiar breeze. Maybe it'll ease the nervousness swelling quietly in my chest.

I wear a spring dress. Well—technically, it's just a floral dress Julia forced me to buy when we were out shopping a few months ago. She said that I needed to have at least cute spring dress and not buying any more jeans. I remember laughing, but now I can see why she insisted.

It's soft chiffon, lilac with delicate buttercup patterns trailing along the hemline. The bodice fits snugly, cinched at the waist with a loose ribbon, and the skirt dances slightly whenever the wind stirs. It feels like I borrowed a mood I don't always wear.