As she writes a letter of nostalgia, a specter approaches her figure, trailing its bony fingers against her pale, porcelain skin. She didn't stop and continued on her writing. The specter sat beside her and propped its elbow on the table, its eyes watching vague words become beautiful sentences in each stroke of her pen. Suddenly the girl stopped and glanced at the specter beside her. Instead of being frightened, her gaze softened as if she was staring at something breathtakingly divine. The specter merely nodded, unable to grin due to the sorrow it was feeling to show its expression of joy when she finally noticed its presence.
"Why must you keep visiting me, Louis? Is it not forbidden to come to the surface around this time?" asked the girl, a worried hand on the specter's dark, transparent hand while she stared at its already sunken grey eyes that just screams to her of longing.
"I cannot bear leaving you alone for so long, ma chérie." said the specter with great despair, yet he tries to be cheerful for his mortal beloved. "As I do have a promise to you that I shall always be with you. Since three years ago, now and forever, Marie."
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The Battlefield Within Me & Out
Poetry✫彡 Poetry, Excerpts & Short Stories ✫彡 bat·tle·field /ˈbadlˌfēld/ - a noun which is defined as the piece of ground on which a battle is or was fought. - also defines as a place or situation of strife or conflict.
