2 October 2012
She lays upon the porcelain slab, a deathly shade of pure white, matching the intricate and beautiful gown she is wearing. Her fair blonde hair is curly, draped over her lifeless face. A headband fashioned with roses rests upon her head, nestled in her golden locks. Her lips are steadily making the transition from roaring crimson to a silent, azure blue.
The hall is silent. Grief and sorrow create an unpleasant underlying atmosphere, complimenting the serenity in a melancholy fashion. Light shines through the stained glass windows, painting the hallowed hall in a multitude of luminous colours. The walls loom high above, with the ceiling fading into darkness as the recesses retreat higher and higher.
I step inside the hall. The door croaks as I shut it behind me, sealing myself within the silence. I walk slowly towards her; she is beautiful. Even in this eternal slumber, which often brings misery to everyone who gazes upon it, she is a clandestine figure to be marvelled at. A steady echo emanates from my boots as they gently tread upon the marble floor, whose surface swirls with a fascinating range of texture.
In moments, I am at her side. Again, she looks so peaceful. I reach out and stroke her soft, white skin; ice. I examine her critically. Her body is exquisitely curved. Something this beautiful didn't deserve the fate she did. I shake my head in disbelief at the thought. Before I depart, I plant one last kiss on her forehead. I turn and tread back to the door, glancing back only once. I open the door, close it, and seal the silence once again.
The Last Kiss • Opuss № I