Blood On My Hands

She stands there. Alone. Breath fogging the window. Fingers grazing her lips and the skin on her cheek. She’s anticipating his arrival. She’s praying that at any moment he’ll speed around the corner in his car, ready to escort her to the most magical night of her life. It will be perfect. It has to be. She anxiously taps her fingers on the cold window, staring blankly into the street where she lives.

She inhales slowly and closes her eyes. And then, just like magic, when she opens them again, he’s there.

This is my entry for Matthew Leone's contest, A Contest Starring Michael James Way. My prompt was "He wakes up with two black eyes and his hands covered in blood." I hope you like it.