Dancing with her

-A Second Death-

"I'll kill you, Eleanor!" I screamed in tears.

"Darling, I'm already dead," she responded calmly.

"Would you like to dance again?" Eleanor reached out her pale and slim hand.

Hesitant, I agreed. The dim lighting of the moon held us close together.

"Dancing with the dead must be surprising, isn't it?" she whispered

I turned away from her eyes as she spoke.

Eleanor always had a special and alluring way with her words. I could never describe how.

She felt like an icy winter against my warm chest.

Her hair would softly brush against my shoulder as we danced to the silence.

Our footsteps were synchronized without knowing prior to the occasion.

We waltzed through the room as if to die this very night.

"So tell me, Eleanor, how was it that your unexpected death occurred?"

I asked as she held my waist tighter.

"Ada dear, wasn't it obvious?" she scoffed.

The night faded away as the sunlight hit the windows once more.

Would I ever see Eleanor in the same as before?

Her red lips turned pale as she too, faded with the night.

Exhausted, I stood in the quiet library, alive.

Eleanor had been in my arms a minute ago, and now, she was gone again. Same as always, she will forever be a graceful, yet mysterious lady.

A second death most would call it.