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Let me show you something, the old woman said. You followed her in the house where she got out an old looking music box and placed it gently on the table. In silence she cranked up the old silver key until a little clic was heard, she turned the box to you, come closer child, she said while slowly opening the box.
What you saw was a young ballerina in pale blue outfit slowly dancing to the haunting music, her expression is what caught at you.
She look sad, doesn't she? Asked the old woman, you just nodded so entranced by the box as you were. She gave a secret smile to your reaction before sitting and sighing, let me tell you her story.
Her name was Ellena, she wasn't the prettiest but she had a smile that could outshine the sun when she danced; She loved to dance even though she had bad ankles, begged her parent for days until they bought her that exact pale blue outfit, she began pointing at the slowly rotating ballerina.
She would dance for hour on days, barely stopping to drink or breath a little.
Many children would try to ask her to play with them but she didn't hear, so entranced was she by her dancing. She didn't have many friends, if any.
As she got older, her simple beauty got the eyes of a number of boys.
She started Lying,it got her more attention, she love it. Saying she only loved one just to say that to another the hour after, when they caught on she was already in another city, she got admitted in the opera she wanted.
Sadly she wasn't a leading dancer like she would have wanted, just a backup.
But even in the big city she caught the eyes of boys, so she did was she had to the boys in her childhood village, dancing from one to the other, lying.
Until one day she got in the arms of a man, a cunning one, see he knew she was a liar. So he used her without her knowing so in love she was with him, to expand his notoriety, he had a little mafia you could say at the beginning, because with her unknowing help he became quite the name around the city.
The day she uncovered the truth, some years later, was a cloudy day. She was walking along the cliff to the viewing platform over the ocean, they had agreed to meet there, a couple talking passed by her. Talking about her love, about how he became famous, she stopped in her track, paralyzed by the truth. She started silently crying, she felt the need to do the one thing she loved the most, dancing.
And so she danced, she danced so beautiful, so masterfully that she lost track of where, when, how she was dancing. When she started a pirouette, she looked like a tornado of feelings. So entranced she was she didn't feel her feet go off the cliff, and she fell down to her death on the rocks below.
You blink at the old woman, is that all? you ask, feeling kind of empty. She smiled kindly and say, go at the cliff of the city and you’ll get your answer.
Has you stood to leave you thought you heard her say, maybe he did love her back. Looking up you only saw her smiling peacefully at you.
It was a good walk away from her little house, when you finally saw the cliff. A statue of a ballerina was near the viewing platform, getting closer you recognized the same ballerina as in the music box, on the statue pedestal was written “Dance your heart away but not your mind”.
Still wanting answer you walked back to the old woman house, only to find nothing but a small garden. Sighing in deception you walked away.
If you had waited a little longer maybe you would have seen the two shape lovingly dancing together, one looking like a well dressed man and the other strangely resembling the ballerina.
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Come with me, we'll be simple invisible spirit for that story, it's the best way to look at it. The young or old woman in front of you said, you couldn't really know, her features kept moving like a reflection on a puddle of water.
You took her hand and suddenly you were in a new place. A big room with dark paint, it looked gloomy ; Looking around you noticed that it was a child room, and you saw her, playing by herself in that big gloomy room.
She was born on a cold rainy day, kind of like today ; They named her Cynthia, a pretty name for a pretty girl. She told you never letting your hand go. At that time he could still find happiness in the little things, but once she grew up it changed. As she said that the room changed so did the girl, now a teenager who looked as gloomy as the house she live in.
You see her parents weren't around much, they had other priorities has they liked to say. She did whatever they asked of her, lessons to ride on horses, to dance and all thoose so told needed etiquette to be a proper Lady. She scolded as she said it. Always trying her hardest to make them proud, happy or to even show her some compassion ; But the one lesson she liked the most was piano, she played well too but it lacked emotions ; After all how could she expres joy, sadness, anger or love when she didn't know any of thoose feelings ? She asked looking at you sadly. No need to answer, it was rhetorical, let's go futher in time again. With a swip of her hand the teenager became a young lady.
This time her parents where in the room, Cynthia was sitting in front of a piano and her parents were on a couch drinking tea waiting to hear her play. Also there were a man standing in a corner nearer to the piano, you felt confused at the change. Don't worry you'll see soon enought, she told you never letting her eyes stray away from Cynthia. She looked impatient for what was going to happen, you looked at Cynthia again and could kind of see that for once she looked anxious, the first emotion you saww her display.
After few minutes the man coughed, Cynthia jumped a little and took a deep breath before she started playing. It was beautiful if you just wanted to listen to an instrument without waiting to feel anything from the music. When she stopped playing her parents clapped monotonely, she gave a ghost of a smile to that before the man walked next to her and asked if she could leave the room becaue he wanted to talk with her parents. She agreed and closed the door behind her, you looked at the woman still holding your hand because you she didn't madea move to follow Cynthia. She gave you a kind smile, don't worry she's right behind the door, it's better for us to stay here and listen to what going to be said.
The man came up to her parents and said, She has a flawless ability to reproduce music but there no feelings behind it, she's like a doll that won't feel anything. Her parents aswered, it's no matter she just need to be a proper Lady and find a proper suitor.
You got tugged trought the door at that, and you saw Cynthia face get drained of color and her eyes go kind of lifeless, she turned around and walk up the stairs to her room.
After that she kept playing piano and became known as the Unfeeling pianist, but it's not important what happen between now and when we're going. The woman suddenly spoke up, you looked at her confused and she gave you a chilling smile.
The room around you started changing fast and than you were in the garden, it was raining and cold wind was rustling the clothes of the many people around. They were all dressed in black looking at a stage in front of you, on it was a grand piano with a woman sitting on the bench. Looking closely you recognized Cynthia, now an old lady and she looked sad, angry, lost. So many emotions on her normally void face, she looked up at her audiance and spoke, today is the funeral of my parents and i'll play a piece of my composition for them in hope they'll rest in peace.
She breathed deeply and played, all the audience was shocked, the unfeeling pianist was actually playing with sadness, anger and despair. She had her eyes closed, tears running down her face, everyone cried after hearing her play. Once she finished, she got up saluted and walked back inside the mansion. Everyone started to mingle and talk. Suddenly a shout resonated from the mansion everyone looked up has the door burst open and a maid came out crying ,the miss, the miss she. You didn't have time to hear the end because you were dragged inside and up to Cynthia room, once there you saw why the maid cried. Cynthia hunged herself.
You see she never got married, she wasn't living badly but her parents never said they were proud or that they loved her, nothing. Seeing has she lived her all life for them, when they died she couldn't bear it. Pathetic isn't it ? Said the ghost with a cold smile on her face, on Cynthia face.
You gasped and let go of her hand putting distance between you, as you woke up in the abandoned house you heard a cold maniacal laugh. You runned out and heard the echo of a voice behind you saying, don't end up like me, live for yourself.
I'm a cheerful girl but also dark so i'm a well how can i tell you that. Ah i know, i'm crazy ^^.
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