• Moodboards,  Writing

    Peachy Haze: a moodboard, a story

    “To have her is to have the stars” “Maybe this is how it was supposed to happen.” He sits, looking at her, watching her as if it was their last moment together. Maybe it was. She shakes her head and smiles at her words, blonde tendrils of hair bouncing slightly. The bell on the door chimes as a customer enters the dim room. Neither of them turn to see who it is. (They wouldn’t have known him either way, they’d never even noticed this diner before tonight.) She takes a sip of her peach lemonade, the drink the color of pink honey, the color of her eyes the moment right…