Clutching pictures of past lovers at her side, she walked alone in the rain. She arrived drenched in white silk, and buzzed herself up to apartment 3A. Presented him with the pictures and said, “these are just ghosts that broke my heart before I met you.”
He set the pictures aside, and she touched his chest. Opened up his little heart, unlocked the lock that kept it dark, and saw a warning saying, “i’m still mourning over ghosts that broke my heart before i met you.”
He said he went crazy at nineteen and couldn’t understand why he was crying. At fifteen, she locked herself in the chelsea hotel and cried on the fire escape. They both would stare at empty chairs, thinking of the ghosts that once sat there. All the ghosts that broke their hearts before they met.
The room was filled with pieces of people, songs, recipes, and bedtime stories. The rain fell outside and the thunder struck and brought them back into the room. The memories disappeared and it was over, they were just two lovers crying on each other’s shoulders.
sequin flower top by Nasty Gal
kimono by Nasty Gal
photos by Tan Camera