A/N: For unamuerte.


Beautiful music. Colorful masks. Joyous laughter.

She weaves between dancers, wondering where he is.

Rising music.

She has a drink. She has another. And another. Or is this the second?

Masks. Colors. Grins.

He arrives. She no longer wants to see him.

Deafening music.

Fear. Shame.

Raucous laughter.

Pain.

Masked faces watching.

Different hands, body, sweat. Different. Wrong.

Blank black eyes everywhere.

She hopes without hope her beloved will save her. Silmuntaneously she's thankful he cannot see her unfaithful, see how unworthy she is of him.

Color. Too much color in a colorless world.

Then it's over. But it's not.