9 May 2012
We danced all night. So slowly, so slowly. His hands gently holding me close. So gentle, so gentle. The music was in the distance, the crowd far away. It was just him and I, in the centre of the room. I held my mask so it hid my face for he hadn't seen me yet. I couldn't let him see me, what would he say. I felt safe behind the red and black feathers. I faded away in to the light, him shouting, asking "what's your name? WHO ARE YOU?"
But it was too late, I was already running out the door.
Oh, the joys of the Masquerade Ball!
Masquerade ball • Opuss № I