R3dRabbit

The tall figure moved forward through the dusty halls. A light breeze catching the sheer gown that hugged her body. She was a peculiar sight, porcelain skin as clear as snow. Sunkissed hair, cleaning to her sickly frame. She was moving, slowly, across the floor. Eyes shut tightly before snapping open as a soft melody filled the empty halls. How strange. It had been such a long time since these sounds danced through these dusty halls. With each step, the sound grew louder. A strange and uneasy feeling rising up in her stomach. Twisting it into knots. Fingers tangling with one another in front of her frame. Why was it so discomforting? She thought, brows pushing together as she finally reached the room. French doors keeping her from moving forward. “.....” A distressed expression decorated her soft face, before biting back and swallowing. 1. 2. 3.. The doors were pushed open. And right before her, ooh that familiar and terrifyingly bitter figure was now visible. To think, he would be