With absolute certainty, she was aware that he was present. Maybe he was dancing with her. Every night, she wore ghostly white and danced with her prince. Back then, she was the dead girl, and they were still laughing at the idea of somebody dancing with a spirit. But now she sees it. The parts had been inverted.
Her time of daydreaming ended, and the woman returned outside. The world was luminous and animated. It smelled like smoke from a thousand chimneys in action. Carriages hobbled across the street, and she was in the land of the living once more.
The tiny ballerina that lurked within she died again. And yet, despite the pain she felt in her heart, she would always come back. She would die a thousand times, just so that she could be reborn, for a moment, or an hour. Just to dance with him again.
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Dancing with the dead
FantasíaA young girl lives in an imaginary world where she dances with spirits in an old abandoned theatre.
