Snippet from my unfinished opus

Time passed. A year and some months. A lot happened, though it didn’t seem like much as it was happening. Cassandra and I stopped pretending we weren’t living together and moved into one apartment. She finished college. Her siblings pooled their money together and bought her a puppy, a two-pound black Chihuahua that she named Haruki. When we first met, I gave Cassandra the books Dance, Dance, Dance and Wind-up Bird Chronicles by Haruki Murakami, which she loved, but it was the author’s name that seemed to make the strongest impression. She loved the musicality of it, the vowel sounds strung together with an equal consonant, six letters, three syllables total. She vowed that someday she would get a small dog and name him Haruki. As is often the case, her prediction came to be. She is Cassandra for a reason.