She danced her broken dance. The one devoid of soul. She smiled when they smiled. She cried when they cried. And when they were gone, she was gone too.
When she spoke, the voice wasn’t hers. She’s like an entity disconnected from her flesh and blood. Like a ghost, but she wasn’t. She was nothing but a reflection
Do her a favour will you? Free her heart and mind. Return her soul. And if you can’t, all that she ask is for you to return her defiance.
Maybe then you can dance your perfect dance. The dance you have been waiting for all your life.
The dance of dreams.
