Disclaimer- I don't really plan to continue this although I might change my mind –cough- if you review –cough- I don't own anything... although their names aren't even mentioned in this story so why ruin the effect by putting them in the disclaimer.

The only thing she feared more than death was being forgotten. She could shine forever, a diamond lodged in the hearts of all. To fade away, unremembered, would make her death somehow more real.

But the mortal are flawed in this way. Now as she tried to pass into the abyss that was death, peaceful and alone, she was constantly torn between the two worlds. Her body was failed, rotten and had lost all trace of its former beauty. Her heart however still remained with the living, treasured by a boy who no long sang.

He did it on her command, the ink strains on his hands were there because of her. A fool like all humans, blinded by the passing glimmers of fame, fooled into thinking that some things can be stopped. Everything must pass, eventually.

Bloodstained and broken, she wanders the deserted halls where there once were dancers. Her feet don't leave marks on the thick coat of dust. The red velvet curtains bind her, she remembers the audience, they had clapped, but it seemed to come from miles away.

He's there, draped in dust like the furniture. He's pale, almost gone. Haunted eyes watch a ghost whose ruined body falters on the dance moves, she once flew. He seems to sink into the stage, another floor board, rank with mildew. There is far too little of him left. It's a wonder she's the ghost.

It's cold outside, but neither of them shiver, their bodies are numb from cold and ill use. The snow flakes fall straight through her, and she's reminded oh her childhood, catching them on her tongue. She spins and a faint breeze rustles in the tree. For the first time all winter, he pulls his coat tighter from the cold.

I wish you could hear me, my voice is clear as day ringing through the trees, a note higher than you can hear. I wish I could touch you; my flesh is all but gone, replaced by shadow and gauze. Melt the ice between us with your warm blood. Burn it with the liquor on your breath, the coarse hair on your head. I cannot die with out you.