You sit on the trunk of your car waiting for her to pull around. The November air is cool but you canât help but sweat, fearing that you still havenât lived up to her standards, that you still havenât done enough, that  all the changed she made to you still werenât enough for you to be loved. She parks her car and gets out and almost runs to you and practically jumps onto. You console her, and tell her everything would be okay. Having her in your arms felt your world was turn back upright and all your stars had realigned. You both donât move for a long time and sit there in silence. She pulls back just enough to look up at you and smirk a little bit. The pain in her bloodshot eyes, is enough to break your but that slight smile keeps you together. You both stare deep each otherâs eyes for the longest time.âYou look goodâ, âyou do tooâ you reply. She moves in to kiss you but you draw away. Thinking back, you can only seem to recall of her telling you about Marcus and their relationship. You can only remember that she had never really been invested in the one you both had together. She seems shocked and a bit hurt, but still donât understand why. âKiss meâ she says in the smallest voice.  Youâre heart skips a beat, The words youâve been waiting to hear for  years, and now they donât seem to make sense. Youâre cynical of her intentions. âWhere was our first date?â you ask her with a slight crack in you voice. She seems confused.
âWhere was our first date?â you repeat, this time more sternly.
âWhats my favorite show? Where did I grow up? When did I fall in love with you? What is the song I have for your contact when you callâ. She falls  stagnant, sheepishly giving in her answers through the silence.
â We went to NCCHR our first date. You wore that yellow floral blouse, beige skirt and your favorite pair of chuck taylors with the rip on the inside of the left shoe. My favorite show is  The Wire. I fell in love with you that day my car broke down and we walked 7 miles in the rain back to momâs house, laughing and making jokes the whole time, and me taking care of you that whole day after cause you caught that cold and your feet hurt. Charlene plays when you call.â
She can no longer bear your gaze, and has let you go and turned away from you.
âYou spent all that time changing me into him, you never even took the chance to really understand who I was. All the while I let âloveâ blind me to the fact that you never really wanted me for who I was, only the ghost of who you wanted me to be.â
The air falls motionless.
âWhats my name?â you finally ask.
She turns to you, âMarcus I jus-â she stop when she realizes her mistake.
âExactly like I thought. You need to leave.â
You turn back around and slowly walk back inside, close the door behind you and slide down its frame and let the tears roll.
A text pops up from her a few minutes later and reads, â What happened to you being my prince?âŠâ
You stare at the screen and slowly type out âI have my own autonomy nowâ- delete her thread and lock your phone.