Black Velvet
He's like black velvet. Dashing and dangerous and the cause of many broken hearts. He knows it.
But she doesn't.
When he comes up the stairs to her common room and finds his way in, somehow, she doesn't hesitate, only lets him take her small hand in his own and walk down flights of stairs. To where, she doesn't know.
They end up in the garden. It's been a while already. She giggles as they meander down the winding path. He kisses her a few times and she giggles more. They sit among the shadows and he holds her tighter. Because he knows there are ghosts around them. Ghosts of the dead. Ghosts of the hearts he's broken. Maybe that's why she leans closer to him. Because she can feel it...because she knows she could be next.
She doesn't. She's so naive. And maybe that's why he likes her so much.
He gets up and offers her his hand, and she accepts and they dance in the half-darkness. Branches around them glitter in the moonlight. Suddenly she shivers and he draws closer, trying to warm her. But now it's like being suffocated. In black velvet. And she pushes him away and dashes up the illuminated path. And then she's gone.
He can feel what the ghosts have felt now.
The next time he comes here, she will be a ghost.
And he will be nothing more than a wraith.
He's like black velvet. Dashing and dangerous and the cause of many broken hearts. He knows it.
But she doesn't.
When he comes up the stairs to her common room and finds his way in, somehow, she doesn't hesitate, only lets him take her small hand in his own and walk down flights of stairs. To where, she doesn't know.
They end up in the garden. It's been a while already. She giggles as they meander down the winding path. He kisses her a few times and she giggles more. They sit among the shadows and he holds her tighter. Because he knows there are ghosts around them. Ghosts of the dead. Ghosts of the hearts he's broken. Maybe that's why she leans closer to him. Because she can feel it...because she knows she could be next.
She doesn't. She's so naive. And maybe that's why he likes her so much.
He gets up and offers her his hand, and she accepts and they dance in the half-darkness. Branches around them glitter in the moonlight. Suddenly she shivers and he draws closer, trying to warm her. But now it's like being suffocated. In black velvet. And she pushes him away and dashes up the illuminated path. And then she's gone.
He can feel what the ghosts have felt now.
The next time he comes here, she will be a ghost.
And he will be nothing more than a wraith.