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Dreary Dreams In A Window

Part 2 to Dangerously Yours

Fog clouded the windows and so forth the outside that Y/N adored. The sky was her favourite thing, how the moon and the stars changed. The colours always blended together perfectly like the pencils she used on the page. Blue and yellow. Pink and orange. Red always dipped in as an after thought.

The wonders of how to seamlessly draw the wonder dusted sky distracted the ghost once again. She could not stare though. A building always hid the beautiful sky, and no windows to show her the bear bones of the moon glowing all the away above her head.

Soon enough the colours appeared on a page, representing a wish that could not be obtained. A wish of simply walking outside the Hotel Cortez and breathing in the air to her undead lungs. The notebook blended shadows of buildings and the people walking past with a hidden sunset no one stopped and noticed. Like the nightlife in somewhere like LA. Thoughts wandered past her mind as strangers in the night went past the hotel of the dead.

Watercolour reds and blues created a small, hidden background. The art was simple, yet it meant so much to her. Other inhabitants stopped caring about the outside world when they were there after a period of time. She kept caring. Being only dead a few months, her desire to go out grew deeper and so much more meaningful. Even talking to someone who was alive made her feel full.

"I too would like to be free."

"You would?"

"I would indeed my dear."

He sat beside her and held her close. The painting was put down and so was the brush, stained with a pink-tinted blue. The outside was nothing special to her, but she didn't realise how much she would miss it if she was dead. Hours ticked by un-noticed. People swayed in and out. It was dull to the woman.

The moon was her wish. To see the moon shining down on her and her lover. The undead ghosts were bound however. Bound to the horrors of the place. He, was proud of his work. She, just wanted her desire. Not even the lust of her partner could keep her from dreaming when she wanted to dream. The distraction in her mind caused her eyes to fall to the window again.

"Do not linger on a twisted world my love."

"I miss the sun..."

"As do I my dear. But we must learn to accept the darkness."

Eyes met, and a kiss was exchanged. One simple validation and the ghost turned away from the windows telling her of the world outside. And what had become of the world she will never know. She had love in her hands.

No longer has she got her camera in her hands, taking shadowy photos of beautiful people. She has a simple day. The colours are muted. The colours are greying. They are not as lively as they once were. The Cortez was never so lively.

She had slowly forgotten her dream. Colours faded out, into obscurity. But her comfort, her light was the darkest one of all. Finding sweetness in a man who kissed her, and held her. Maybe a new dream of marrying as a ghost would appear, and create a better Hotel.