That brown hair, the hair she sways around while she moves so gracefully, her eyes, the eyes that can look so dark, as dark as the midnight sky yet can also look as sweet as honey
when u see her u see beauty, kindness, grace and the look of ambition, that image she holds on to.
How the whole ballroom looks at her when she walks in with her lace dress.
All was left to do was hope and wonder when would she take a minute to acknowledge the way people admire her, the way people hope to be her and with her she is the definition of mystery and suspense, she has it all.
Everyone wants a dance, a moment to hold her soft hands wrapped by the softest silk and diamonds but all she dreams is a dance with her ghost, the ghost she dances with every night, a ghost whom she dreamed would be hers.
She waits by the window for her savior the same ghost who will take her away to ease the pain of waiting and disappointment, to take away that ache in her heart when no one knocks on her door except her daily meals.
Day by day she awaits willing to stay up for her ghost she'd do everything in her hands to protect him and hold him just once even if it means to ruin her life for whoever is behind that mask.
She wanders around dancing with that ghost everywhere at night, hearing the clicks of her high heels as she lives the life she always wanted the sound of her dress's fabric moving from one side to another as she swirls around with the prettiest rythem in her head hoping someone would actually be that ghost
She awaits someone, someone she doesn't know the identity of the same ghost who knows all her stories, jokes the ghost who held her on rainy days who danced with her every night to ease her aching pain, the pain who someday might get her killed, the pain from all the secrets she has the pain of hiding stories but who will she dare to tell expect her long-loved ghost
First oneeeeeeee god this is so exciting I've always wanted to be a writer of some sort And I'm really happy for starting this
