Aesthetic

MARY CASSATT: LILACS IN A WINDOW

author's note: In case anybody is confused, this is a flashback of the story of Evan and Tatianna.

"EVAN THIS MUSIC IS LOUD,

WOULDN'T YOU WANT TO GO SOMEWHERE PRIVATE?"

Cielo was packed today.

I don't really enjoy clubbing,

but after being interviewed for a volunteer job,

it was the distraction I needed.

Really hoped I didn't blow this opportunity up

since it was the only reason I moved to NYC.

"I didn't catch your name."

"Tatianna Bellamy."

"Interesting name."

And with that,

Tatianna took my hand

and led me outside.

My rule when meeting a girl was

never to use my cellphone,

unless it was urgent.

On the other hand,

Tatianna broke this rule

repeatedly.

"Evan, why don't we go

to my apartment?"

It would've been foolish of me

to have decline her offer.

There was a chance

I'd be getting lucky.

"Sure, Tatianna."

I hoped

she wasn't on her damn phone

in her own home.

When we arrived,

Tatianna suggested I waited

in the living room.

"My roomie isn't home.

I'll be back."

Such a teasing tone.

The words

had me wrapped around her.

I waited in the

living room like she asked.

On the window,

there was a vase

filled with white lilacs.

Reminded me of the painting

'Lilacs in a Window."

Behind me,

I heard footsteps.

And the last I remember

before getting hit by a blunt object,

was those lilac flowers.

By the window.