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Prompt #40: Sight
Word count: 100
The ship echoed with strains from the orchestra, soft music that stirred the hearts of all lovers on the ship. Olivia raised the mask to her face, preferring the shadows of the deck to the seductive light of the ballroom. A strong breeze howled as she rested her gloved hands on the railing and looked out into the night. Thousands of stars glittered overhead and a full silver moon reflected on the Mediterranean. Her throat constricted as she closed her eyes. He hadn't come after her. Not once. The mask slipped from her hand and plunged to the sea below.