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“Meet Me At Midnight,” She Said
A Story Inspired by Taylor Swift’s ‘Midnights’
We met as strangers waiting on the last train heading to Paris — not the one in France but the tiny town a few hours outside of Atlanta.
I was going home, trying my hand at being the prodigal son, but her? Her secrets were her own. But I kept sneaking glances at her, her hair like a lavender haze of a waterfall spilling across her shoulders. She didn’t only look like she didn’t belong; she was a puzzle piece taken from the wrong box in an attempt to fit it in another frame.
Her maroon lips could have been an invitation in another lfe.
But, no, I wasn’t the hero type. And she wasn’t the manic pixie dream girl waiting to inspire some enlightenment in my cluttered mind. Maybe we were better off as the moody anti-hero and the stray girl who passed through his life uneventfully.
I may have been staring too long, trying to write her story in my head, because her gaze actually caught mine.
“Do you have a question?” she asked, her tone managing only the slightest sarcasm.
I could have done the polite thing and looked away. But maybe I didn’t want this story to be predictable.
