I wore the yellow dress he loved. The one I wore on our first date. He said I looked like a summer’s day in the flesh.
Snow bit into my red high heels, gnawing at my feet and ankles. Through clattering teeth, I watched it fall. The white, quiet crystals against the black hole in my chest.
I walked to the door into a gust of warm air, past pitying faces.
Dread clung to my legs like a screaming child, but I trudged forward. Memories shrouded me—another aisle, his smile waiting.
“Happy anniversary, Baby,” I said, kissing his cold forehead.