I'm walking in an almost deserted street, the brilliant moonlight making my hair a shining clean brown, a light drizzle hiding the tears. A drenched dress, my shoes in the one hand, the mask in the other hand.
My first masked ball a total mess!
I'm walking with my head bent down, not nearly ready to face the world again.
Out of the white gleaming moonlight, there you are - a blurring image through the light drizzle of the night.
Standing against the wall and then slowly walking towards me, I glance down again - refusing too see give in too my minds tricks. Refusing too see the created image in front of me. There is no way that anybody else would be walking in these abandoned streets at this time of night.
You walk slowly towards the me, put your hand under my chin so as to stare into my teary eyes. You sculpt your hands around my face and lean in slowly. You close your eyes and our lips meet.
You fold your arms around me, keeping me safe, your lips never leaving mine.
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