tisgracehopper

She was sitting there, crying, in the rain, in a sparkly black dress. I drove closer, windshield wipers flickering through her form, and stopped at the edge of the road. She looked up, slightly alarmed, and stood, unaware of what to do. We remained like that for awhile, her standing warily and me sitting in my car like an idiot. She had really long hair, very blond and very curly, styled into big ringlets that were getting wet and unstyling themselves into her own, natural curls. Her dress looked like it was for prom, short and strapless, plain black with a sparkly overdress kinda thing. She wore black wedges with a huge sparkly fake flowe