Dawn ambled across the big hall, tired of being presented to young boys her age, very edgy and always pondering on whether to skip another girl for her. She was disgusted, and her nights always used to end with her giving synthetic laughs, and smiles. Slowly, she'd weaken though. Her grasp on the mask beginning to slip. But what was she to do? She was the daughter of Johanna the third, the duke's new found wife. All she could do was laugh and smile, play along until the night was brought to an end.

"Hello." a voice bellowed from the other end, and someone would dart to her and shake hands embarrassingly. Dawn would keep calm, and play the game she was now an expert of. She knew every inch of the hall, since it was the same old place every party was held. She could camp out in the garden, or run away to a new world at the calming balcony. But it would only be a few minutes before she was brought back to the loud chirping of the people, and the mingled laughs Dawn cringed at.

"Good to meet you." she'd reply, and dig herself in boredom for awhile until she would excuse herself somewhere else.

There I was again tonight,
Forcing laughter, faking smiles,
Same old tired, lonely place.

"This place will bring you so much happiness! Just think! A new place, so boundless that the naked eye couldn't measure it!" Johanna chirped to her thousands of times before a party. Dawn only smiled, nodded, and stripped out of her casual clothes into an unbearably itchy gown her mother adored. This one was rather soothing to the skin, and actually allowed it to breathe. Pink silk, grasped tightly around her body to mark out the fabulous figure she owned. Beautiful, and it gave her the upper hand when she wanted to run away from a drowsy conversation.

The place that was supposed to bring her happiness, was the gateway to hell as soon as she entered it. Every step she took brought her agony. She adored the shabby house she owned, and the little faults it had. The creaking floor boards were the house whispering to her, and the wholes in the walls were the eyes of the house. Guarding them from outside, and in. Now, the new walls she had to look at only brought distortion to her heart. It pained her, but the days slowly moved on, and each day, she had hope that freedom would come.

Maybe with the essentials of a night in shinning armour, and trusty steed.

All the shifting eyes and whispers drowned out my hope, seeing that the eyes shifted at me, and laughter creased their faces whenever our eyes met. It hurt, and I only hoped for a vacancy to draw away from all this agony. I quickly ambled towards my bedroom, the place only my mother could enter if she finds out about my absence. Father, as I had to call him now, was always occupied with stories and discussions of the world. So where I had galloped off never came to a bother to him, as long as the night wasn't ruined for him by this.

As I guided myself to my room, avoiding eye contact and greetings, I caught an eye of a young fellow in a ring of friends. I blushed, we had bumped into each other a few times and I even had made a friendly acquaintance with him. Sadly, his father always needed assistance with his tremendous stories, since Ash had stuck with the old man through thick and thin. Ash, that was his name. Like the boiling rock that spreads after an erupting volcano. Just the simple touch burns through you. And he can come to compare.

He burns through my heart, his gaze making me melt with passion.

He signalled for a moment, and then came closer to me. I had came to realize the gawking eyes of whisperers, and the need for freedom had escaped my mind. They had all vanished once making contact with such charming beauty. I ambled towards him, steadily so I wasn't caught off whenever someone tread on my dress, like they always do. Beside, having him walk the full length because I was occupied surveying him would be such an abashing memory. And I absolutely detest those sort of memories. Gets coiled in your mind for life.

Walls of insincerity,
Shifting eyes and vacancy:
Vanished when I saw your face.

"Enchanting to meet you again." I smiled, once we met.

"And I could say the same about you, my silhouette." he replied, dabbing his lips firmly on my hand. That soothing warm feeling ran through my veins, and eventually the blood began pumping and making its way to my cheeks, so a tomato was what he had to gaze at. He chuckled amusingly, seeing that I was sheepishly answering all of his attempts of a conversation. His eyes had this soft texture to them, and they seemed to be whispering to me, and soon enough, we stopped talking by mouth. Our eyes led the conversation with flow.

"Yo, Romeo!" a friend of his boomed. I always wondered if their parents are wolves in disguise, bringing up such ill-mannered children to roar out a conversation from two different places of the hall. Ash turned to him, a look of threat in his eyes. I was slightly caught off by this movement, since the Ash I had came to met was so soft, someone would have to introduce him to the word 'threat' and the manner people do threats. But then again, it came to me. I had just stated that such behaviour was repulsive?

Besides, that wasn't me he was saying that too. So I was fine.

"One moment." he whispered in my ear, dashing towards his friends. I smiled, waiting for him patiently as instructed. Across the room, his silhouette, like he had called me earlier. Butterflies fluttered in my belly with the mention of that gorgeous nickname. I always wondered why every night, I had hope for the best. And every night, he was my reminder. Someone who truly cares, and is respectful of my feelings. My reminder that life is only death's burden, and you have to be very thankful of that. Without life, death is number one on the list.

Eventually, that minute passes, and as promised he turns and makes his way towards me. A giggle is released. From happiness to see him make his way to me, or am I just giddy? Nevertheless, I cover my mouth with my hands and blush. It was rather odd mannered to laugh unexpectedly, and for a matter that no one else recognized or saw. He eventually got to me, the long walk that has to be covered if a conversation was to brew up. After all, the hall fits five thousand people the least. Obviously, a long walk is to be faced.

"Missed me?" he smirked, playfully.

"Well, I could of wondered off. Just someone instructed me to wait here." I joked back, quickly picking up on his sneaky remark. Slowly, the world faded away again. Only we existed. The night was a sudden blow, and our moment had to come to an end when his father called for him. He bowed, and kissed my cheek, lingering a little before pulling away with a soft smile. As he turned, I wondered how it would feel to brush lips with him. That thought had erupted a faint blush, and I wasn't the least embarrassed of it. It only came natural in my age.

As I waved him off, I smiled and brushed my hands against my sides since it was unladylike to keep them up, arm pits for show. As this was done, I felt a sudden rough texture against my arm and looked down to see a sticky note. I smiled softly, and checked it, pressing the note against my heart lovingly as I read it carefully, every word cherished and stored inside my heart. No wonder he lingered at that kiss! But he could have said it to me in our little conversation.

After all, people talk so loud no one can over hear your conversations. It's almost like secretly passing notes..

Later...

"Yet another wonderful night!" mother chirped, wonderfully. She began folding the dress that I had worn, ready to give to the maid that does the laundry. This was our routine, and usually, I'd chirp back a solemn reply and just agree hastily. Fake smile, fake laugh, fake mask. But today, I had something real to laugh about. I smiled a genuine grin to my mother, face lightening up with sparks as I held up the now slightly crunched up note in my fist. I flopped onto bed, and answered her sweetly as she smiled and kissed me goodnight.

"Yes, mother." I smiled, nodding off to a wonderful dream. "A wonderful, enchanted night."

Your eyes whispered, "Have we met?"
Across the room your silhouette.
Starts to make its way to me.
The playful conversation starts,
Counter all your quick remarks.
Like passing notes in secrecy.

This is towards Jupitergirl132. Sorry for the long wait, and you belong with me will be up soon. I'll do any request, literally any. Taylor obviously the artist having to be behind it. So, I hope you like it as much as I loved writing it for you. Makes it all worthwhile when you know your doing it for someone else. So, as you are reading this, I'm working on 'You Belong With Me', or probably being human for awhile and going outside. So, enjoy. Because I have nothing else to talk about ^_^

See you, and love you lots people/readers! :*