Fade with the Wind
At the freshman welcome gala years ago, he had been captivated at first sight by the girl dancing on stage.
Light steps. A swirling skirt. A radiant smile.
The image was painfully clear, even at this very second.
His roommate had leaned over excitedly, whispering her background, her major, and her family, yet Jason remembered none of it.
All he remembered was her name.
Ivy Yarley.
A beautiful name to his ears. He repeated her name, again and again. He even placed their names together.
Ivy Yarley. Jason Hough.
They sounded like a match.