The ballroom is luxurious and grand, so vast that hundreds of couples can grace their bodies with dances that mesmerize the moonlight, the jewel of the night that becomes their special spotlight.

The purple dress twinkling in a burst of white light caught the attention of the jet-black robe, pulling her slender waist in an outstretched hand, bringing the footsteps in a swift mix of tango and waltz. Beautiful like magic that surrounds their every turn.

There was a tense atmosphere. The other people disappear from their sight, which quickly shifts to focusing on their partner only.

The smell of the book sheets smelled sweet, remembering the large room of the mansion was once filled with their laughter. The doll that was given as a gift from the night market sat nicely on her bed. She put on a white nightgown, before getting stained with the spot she hated most. The man hastily followed, hugging the body in tears, begging for rescue from anywhere. His hands that were used to holding a telescope were no longer able to save her, but he was reluctant to give up.

This dancing is nothing more than a tale of their passionate love.

"Louise, my Louise, you are so beautiful against amethyst."

The gold and silver chains that bind them are less intense than the red threads that connect their destiny.

"Doctor, look! I managed to sew this doll just like you taught me!"

"Ahaha, you're so smart, Louise! The doll has become as cute as you."

"I'm not cute," but the blush didn't cover the embarrassment of being complimented.

The two of them were face to face with each other. Looking for pleasure in their union, at least for one of them. The two of them continued to be carried away by the rhythm of the music in their ears, even though the piano and other orchestras had been covered in dust in the place.

"That's right, Louise. Move your feet faster, follow my movements left and right," his voice guided the body to match it.

There's no such thing as terrible. Their solitude becomes the peak panorama witnessed by the universe, a saddest soap opera that makes the audience laugh out loud in the silence.

The room filled with white bewitched them not to leave. Leaving a deep message, the pages of the book kept opening, bringing with them faded writings to read and blanks to fill. But how much he wrote, could not describe his feelings at all. So deep, so inappropriate to narrate. It was appropriate that he ended the use of words and turned to direct action.

Her body spun beautifully like an experienced ballet, for a moment his man turned into a black angel. Slowly the body is lying, face down on the cold marble.

A man in a suit came over to her, embracing her with salty drops pouring down without permission, without a sound. He caressed the face as pale as paper, kissed the cheeks and lips, and the limp fingers also embraced one by one.

A shiny purple jewel, it looked expensive but was not worth it when it was set in her eyes socket. No other description fits it other than perfection.

The tied ribbons had a hard time holding the loose pieces together, making it like a gift he would never forget in all the times he saw it.

Her heart is so tender, just like her words and her smile. Cotton will be embarrassed by the softness that will help to add to it. The combination is reminiscent of the sweets she loves, which is sadly no longer allowed to eat.

Don't forget a white dress. A bride who was not a bride, but a word of the queen last night would be wonderful to carry. There is no scattering of flower petals or altars used, but enough with an oath sentence.

"You're beautiful Louise. Let's dance, one more time?"

The princess just followed in his footsteps, turning and twisting her body. The fabric covering her eyes didn't stop her from seeing. With guidance and trust, she gave everything to her beloved.

"I entrust my body to you, doctor."

Her beauty never goes away. Falling in love is too familiar to him. That woman was the only one in the world that he was infatuated with, and his world was only for her.

The flower garden they passed brought endless memories. Flower crowns and picnics are like gifts from the Above, a kindness that swallows them in deceit pleasure.

The doctor took the body of the bride, invite her to step foot on the last chime of the big clock. Unlike in the old story, there will be no farewell to pick them up.

The angle of the court's fingers pointed at it. "This is eternal love. I love her, but you threw her away! You were the thorn in the flesh for her!"

He carried his lover in a warm embrace that the woman's stiff body could no longer feel. The white dress was soaked with stains that never went away.

The night poet was touched by this story. He who was ignored by the Almighty asked for his lover to be returned, unfortunately, he was never listened to. A bizarre voice he voiced,

"Who is the real sinner here!?"

Their final dance step was right in the middle. The last round brings the sheet music to sing the final note. A rhythm that slows down until it is no longer clear. For a moment the butterflies swirled around the woman, turning her into a suffocating marble statue. A kiss on the back of the hand is given as a closing greeting in dance manners.

The man walked away after a gentle kiss on the cheek by his loved one. The story is finally waiting to be carried out before he joined into a butterfly that perches forever on the lover's fingers.