He and she
The notes of the piano started to play. His fingers gliding, creating a tune. Even tho all the faces are turned to him. All he could see was her. She danced, so graceful, to his music. Her white dress flowing around her.b So innocent, so beautiful. Creating a spectacle. His tunes with her dances. The people would prace them, love them and adore them. They would stare. But he wouldn't care. All he wanted was to stay with her, make her happy. But slowly the fame was killing her. She danced and danced and danced. Her dress turned to grey. Till it was solid Black. And she fell. His tunes stopped. Running to his love. Wanting to take all the pain out of her world Because she was his world.
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