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He bowed. She bobbed a curtsy. The euphonious instrumentals started. Undivided attentions were given to them as if the dancing floor were theirs.
This was the moment that she had longed for. The moment that she never thought would become a reality. But here she danced, with the one she had loved for years. So they danced gracefully along with the melodious symphony and…
The music suddenly stopped, her beau disappeared, and the guests vanished, the dazzling grand ballroom turned dark. She lied still in the moonless night. Alone.
No, she was not alone; he was there still, lying, holding her hand. She smiled, he replied. Yes, they were at the ball. They were dancing, there were music played, before everything turned into ashes and dusts.
The girl, and her beau remains lying, deadly, fleshes decaying, but there’re still hands holding together, love’s still binding together, and the moment is still the remaining the moment that she longed for with the man, still the one that she loved for.
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