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"Father, is this really a good idea?" I ask. The boy with golden eyes looks on from the corner, though no one's acknowledged him yet. I nod at him, looking into those golden eyes. He stares back, silent. He has been following us around for three days now. I guess he is curious. "Of course, Jade. It's not like Alimi Place." Father nods absently, looking around with his beady dull eyes. I shudder. Alimi Place is- was- my worst nightmare.
He moves on, dredging his fat self through yet another doorway. I follow him, seething, and the golden- eyed boy follows me. "Father never listens to my ideas." I tell him softly. He nods. "Do you speak?" I ask. He nods. "But not to me." I raise an eyebrow. He shakes his head. "How long have you been living here?" He raises a hand, four fingers skywards. "Four years?" He nods. "That's a long time." I say. He nods. "Jade! Who are you speaking to?" Father turns round. His eyes search for someone, something to blame for the unquiet. "No one, Father. Only myself." He nods absently. The old ballroom we are in is surprisingly clean, no dust lines the windows. Pink and white marble floors echo under my feet. Drawn white curtains frame large windows, sunlight streams through. It's beautiful. An old, forgotten piano sits in a cornered alcove. "Isn't this room wonderful, Father?" I say. I run past him, to the center of the ballroom. "Hmm- yes, sure- but this is the part we are knocking down... hmm, it'll take a week to get the crew in here, at least..." He's not even paying attention to me. I shrug. It's not like he ever does. The boy follows me to the center, looking about the room in wonder. I smile at him.
Adrien~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.
She smiles at me. The soft sun from the old ballroom highlights her brown hair, making the gold in it shine. She looks perfect here. The old ballroom, where i used to watch telenovelas with my sister. Where i used to watch my parents dance, in my dreams. The last place i saw them.
"What do you think?" she asks me. I snap out of it, looking into her blue eyes again. The sad face is gone, replaced by a joyous expression. I nod. I can speak. But I should not. It would only creep her out, and... i like her too much to lose her. I stretch out a hand towards her.
"May i have this dance?"
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Dark Imaginations
Fantasy"The Darkness was his namesake." Adrian lives in an old museum. He's alone, in the dark. This is his story. Cover by: RadicalCyborgDude
