There is a small church temple that allows anyone to enter. Even the homeless are able to stay for the night. A shower is provided with a small kitchen that always seems to be full of food. A welcoming cater for those in need. Nothing is ever left empty.
For those who stay over night breakfast would be ready for them. For those who stay during the times of lunch a plate would be left in the kitchen. Of course no one knew who would leave these dishes or who was in charge on cleaning the temple.
No one really questioned it.
But many speculate that the church is haunted by a feminine voice that sings if the right tunes are played on the piano. Many claim to have seen this phantom singer who roams the temple. But so little can be told of her.
Faces come and go as many come to pray for the end of the days. Wishes are asked and at times some weddings occurred in the temple. The female phantom would sing whenever someone played the piano. A bride asked the phantom to sing a beautiful song for the wedding in which the phantom did.
The temple was full for a wedding masquerade there were different masks it was a free party. In which this female phantom attended and even interacted with the people. But as she wore a particular silver dress a beauty of not just richness but of her kindness.. The bride would feel small hints of jealousy from herself but she only thought that "This woman was an invited guest." No need to cause such a scene or feel such a way.
Throughout the small dances she just moved in between all the dancing bodies not even touching them. But ahead of her a couple dancing cleared away revealing a man who stood outside the dancing square. Raising his head she stopped walking stunned by the sudden man who stood alone.
But she had no intentions for anything and forced herself to clear away from the dancing square. Passing by the man his hand moved up letting her hair slide between his fingers like silk. Stopping beside him from the sudden touch his hand hovered for a bit till he lowered it. "Care to dance?" The man asked ever so smoothly.
"Not really." Could she have been mistaken? Did he reach out to greet her for a dance? Or did he actually reach out to touch her hair? No one has ever daired nor desired to make such a bold move.
Standing beside the piano she nodded at the gentleman who had waited for someone to make a request. As he played she cleared her voice. Walking around the square dance floor. "My mother said I am too romantic. She said you're dancing in the movies. I almost started to believe her.Then I saw you and I knew." Looking through the dancing couples she caught a small glimpse of that man walking around the square dance floor clearly searching for her. Not accepting any other lady as his partner.
"I don't say a word but still you take my breath and steal the things I know! There you go saving me from out of the crowd..." Continuing to walk around the man had stopped moving as she came around he looked over to her. Even with a mask she felt as if she were exposed to this mysterious man.
Passing by him his hand once more went through her hair letting it slide between his fingers.
Yes, he was able to touch her!
And he is able to see her!
He's able to keep track of her!
It was exciting yet it also scared her. For so long she was able to loose herself in the crowds. Fading along with everyone and everything else.
Who could this mysterious man be? Why is he suddenly interested in her? How is he able to keep track of her?
Following behind her keeping the same step. Until he suddenly spun in front of her bowing down to her offering his hand. This time he was welcoming her. Welcoming her to reach out.
She felt real.
She felt alive.
Were his actions from earlier a test? To see if she was all two as well?
Tilting her head to the side in curiosity and considering how this night has started. She finally accept as he slid his other hand around her waist pulling her so close. "Fire on fire we're normally killers. With this much desire together we're winners.
They say that we're out of control and some say we're sinners."
She continued to sing without loosing or breaking tone.
Spinning with her they continued to dance around the square of people. "But don't let them ruin our beautiful rhythms. Cause when you unfold me and tell me you love me."
The man spun her out before taking her back into his arm embracing her.
"And look in my eyes. You are perfection my only direction." looking up to the masked man his hand remained in a gentle grip on hers as she continued to sing.
Behind that mask she can feel the eyes burning through wishing to see the face behind the masked woman. "When we fight, we fight like lions. But then we love and feel the truth."
A small growl can be heard rumbling from his chest as she continued to move now feeling every smooth muscle of his that commands. Every flawless movement keeping her ever so close but yet granting her, her very own freedom.
Spinning her back up against him, his arms closed around her body.
"We lose our minds in a city of roses. We won't abide by any rules."
The man's hand slid up her chest and she could hear him smell her.
For so long she has never existed. Only as an illusion of this temple. Now this mysterious man has entered and made her remember that she is still alive. Even if it's just for the passion of this dance she will remember it for the rest of her existence.
"Fire on fire we're normally killers. With this much desire together we're winners. They say that we're out of control and some say we're sinners."
Spinning her back his hand held her leg up against his thigh. Leaning down she felt herself going back but he sustained her with his hand behind her neck. Lifting her up with ease he leaned in closer sliding his hand on her mask making her wince a bit. "Cause when you unfold me and tell me you love me.
And look in my eyes. You are perfection myyyy onllly diiiirrrection." Her voice lowered down to the end of the word. The sound of clapping echoed as she turned to face the crowd of people who apparently stopped dancing to watch their performance.
The masked man never stopped gazing into her eyes he had the opportunity to see her face but he strained himself from doing so.
What was happening around him did not matter.
As everyone once knew her to be a phantom.
Everyone else around him were non-existent. She was the only one. And after seeing the pleading look in her eyes, the jerks of her arms on his chest. She wished not have her mask removed. If he wishes to ever be welcomed and to see her again. He would have to wait until that bridge for trust is created.