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She spun through the foyer, her long black dress carried away what little dust it gathered from the floor. Her dark brown hair, cut into a bob, held tightly to her pale white skin. The keys from the organ created a powerful noise that echoed through the brick walled home – no one sat at its bench.
The hazy room allowed shadows of spiders to form from the unique patterned window designs. She danced across each, sashaying as she avoided contact with their make-believe legs. She gazed out into the garden, and raised her crimson drink to the perfectly grown red roses, outlining her property.
Her dark persona reflected in her over-sized pupils – her eye color was void. Her heart was void. “If I ever loved at all, it was you that I loved,” she horrifically belted out the lyrics to what she referred to as a masterpiece, a song that she had written during a drunken fit. An emotion filled rant created minutes after Javier presented her with an engagement ring. She requested a large ruby, he obliged.
Seven months had passed since she chanted her evil, casting Javier into torment. If he wanted her, it would be on her terms. “Sophie,” he would call out to her on occasion, hoping the two could reunite, if only for a moment.
The organ released a note; smoke filled the air. “Javier,” Sophie ran to him. Her bright red lips turned upwards, her eyelids flickered in adoration. “Missed you,” she said.
He leaned to place a kiss upon her cheek, she quickly turned – his mouth connected with hers. Their passionate energy drained every living thing, the roses withered, rotted and fell limp, only to rejuvenate when Javier was placed back into the sacred place that Sophie had wished for him.
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