Chapter 2: Her.
A melodious laughter could be heard from the backyard of a beautiful french styled villa.. The sound of the laughter was like a melody of a song, soft yet soothing. But within this beautiful laughter was a tinge of sadness and loneliness. A frail figure of a beautiful woman sitting on the trimmed grass could be seen who seems to be owner of the laughter. The woman was wearing a white loose cotton night gown. She looked so mesmerizing as if she was a fallen angel in white who seem to be descended from the heaven. She was more like a goddess whose beauty seem to be out of the world. The moonlight seem to shine on her face highlighting her outstanding features. Her ink black long straight hair fell toward the ground like a veil on her shoulder. Her beautiful brown eyes with long thick curled lashes shined like gems. They were so gorgeous that you get lost in them. Her glowing jade like skin tone shines in the darkness of night. It was so pale yet didn't seem sickly but glowed without any blemishes. Her face devoid of any makeup looked ethereal. Her small pointy nose ,small pouty rosy lips and her small face with perfect jawline defined her boundless beauty. She was 5'7" with slim model like body with curves in the right places. She was what people called beauty came out of a painting and beauty which can ruin nations in ancient time. She was the master piece of beauty.
Her laughter seemed to be halted as she looked down at the reflection of the moon in the small fish pond. Her face still held a smile which seemed like a smile yet not. It was like a mocking smile. It seemed like she was mocking herself. Her gemlike eyes held loneliness. The cold wind blowed which caused her to shiver. She tightly hugged herself. She seemed so sad...so lonely as if she is going to fade away.. She was like a lonely fragile doll staring at the reflection of the moon not blinking once. Her eyes held so much into them. It seemed empty yet without any emotions. The plum blossom flowers fell with the wind surrounding her. It created an illusion of a beautiful masterpiece of a painter. Yet, it wasn't a happy painting. It was painting of heartache. Anyone watching this scenario would wonder why she seems so lonely..
The sound of wind created more melancholy.
'Are you sad?' 'Why are you sad?'
These questions float along the wind. Yet no one was there beside her. As if she is the only person all by herself.
'Are you all alone?' It seemed like the flowers falling on her wondering these questions.
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