desolate

g | no warnings apply

He put his foot in his mouth again when he suggested that perhaps she go with something other than the frilly pink frock. It wasn't her fault. She'd been raised in the middle of nowhere; she just didn't understand style & fashion.

"You could have just said it was ugly and saved yourself the trouble of buying another ticket," she said, storming past him.

He felt slightly guilty, but nothing more. Then he remembered that he was still a fugitive, still had no home, and all the other women here were married, related, or out of his league.

He followed her.