Tuesday Snippet

And he sat there beneath the stairs and wondered why he would even bother doing this. He’d known her for so long. She loved whitewashed jeans, tea-scented shampoo, and cozy sweaters with the sleeves rolled up tight. He, on the other hand, loved her velvet hair, her  coffee-colored eyes, and her sugarcane smile. So here he was with a ring in his pocket, bracing to get rejected as he heard her coming down the stairs. “She’ll say no,” he thought to himself, “and that will be that.”
Yes. She has my heart, she’ll stab it with a dinner knife, and that will be that. That will be that…