By the way, names Diana, stud. I hope we'll get to know each other REAL well before long." She said with a wink before she left down the stairs.He ope...ed the door with the key and walked in. There were only two small mattresses and two oil lamps on each side of the room. Jean's side of the room had been covered completely with graffiti on the wall. The lower side of her mattress was written on with a black marker pen. "Welcum" it read. Her walls weren't any different."Whore point." Dick slut.". We met at a gala as we were both apart of Greek life. She needed a date and a mutual friend of ours set us up. We got along really well, and became close friends. Friends with benefits actually...lots and lots of benefits. We fucked all over campus. Six months after the gala, we decided we were more than just friends and officially started dating. We moved into a nice student apartment together our senior year and had plans to marry about a year after graduation. We met each other’s parents. He pulled away and looked down at me again, and softly began to speak, ‘Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?’ and he kissed me again. ‘Thou art more lovely and more temperate:’ and he caressed my cheek. ‘Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,’ now undoing my blouse. ‘And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:’ another button. ‘Sometimes to hot the eye of heaven shines,’ another button. ‘And often is his gold complexion dimmed,’ again. ‘And every fair from fair sometime declines,’. Actually a photograph. These old brownish photographs. They call that color 'sepia', right? I blew away the dust from it. First, I recognized the girl in the white gown from my dream. Smiling. A person stood beside her. They were holding hands. More dust to wipe off, right on the face of this mysterious person. I had a bad feeling about wiping away these tenacious remains of dust. Would I destroy the picture? Would I see something unpleasant? My heart knew. It knew the answer to that question..