Tonight is a particularly cold Christmas Eve, snow is settling outside, a deep white blanket covering the landscape. I sit by the fireplace once more, admiring the beautiful woman in whom I secretly love. I yearn for the touch of her skin but a certain sense of fear keeps me distanced from the one I love most. Her face whitens slightly as she moves away from the warmth of the fire, her pale figure rising from the seat beside me.
Recently she has acted strangely, distant, despite the fact we barely spend any time separated from one another in the small cottage we reside in. “Christina, I have a secret in which I must confide in you” Blair spoke with a certain tone of fear in her voice. “Of course,” I reply with both great intrigue and nervousness. “Well you see, there is something I am keeping from you.” she hesitates for a moment, as I become conscious that she is about to make a large revelation. “Christina I’m not alive. I’m dead” she states with fear as she awaits my reaction. “Blair, you’re being ludicrous that makes near to no sense! Please tell me you’re fooling around” I say, assuming she is just playing with me; however, silence is ensued and she looks at me concerned, a certain sorrow seen in my disbelief.
My thoughts pace and I begin to wonder whether all the time we shared and the moments we spent looking deeply into one another’s eyes were a pitiful dream on my behalf. I begin to realise that the fact that I have never touched her despite my yearning makes this a possibility. Nonetheless, I reach out towards Blair, my hand nearing her beautiful satin blue dress in which she adorns. My fingers pass right through her and a sense of shock is sent running throughout my bones, my blood running cold. Am I delusional? “I promise I’m here, I’m just dead that is all my love. Please trust me” Blair attempts to comfort me but a panic roars within me and I begin to doubt my sanity entirely.
“I want you to be with me Christina, on this side of life, where there are no rules or boundaries. We can love one another freely on this side, so please join me, or I will have to follow the worst of my character to reach my desire of us being together for eternity.” Blair begs me but to which I make no reply, fear striking my soul on what to do. I must make a decision at great speed or I am to lose myself entirely. I make up my mind, lacking a certain trust in the truth of Blair’s words. “Blair, I love you, or who I think you are, but I cannot change where I am meant to be for you. We are star-crossed lovers, whom have no hope in places we do not belong. We are like the moon and the earth, hopelessly in love but destined never to meet in one life or another. So please let go, you are a ghost and I am a human, living my life in this dimension as best as I can. Do not wait for when I am old and wise, search for someone on the other side, whom will fulfil your greatest desires.” I reply to her, sorrow breaking in my voice.
I can see something change within her eyes, a rage filling them, one I have never seen before. A grin appears on her face, I know by the look on her face as to what is coming next. A mischievous laugh erupts from her mouth as she rises above, floating in the midst of the drawing room, nearing me with a sense of evil and devilishness placed upon her face, clearly my words had a futility to them, as I see the miserable end of Miss Christina Locke.
this was my english piece i wrote for a competition i hope u like ♡
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