Snippet #1880010

He had waited for her as they walked, the steps much too slow to her, the heels of her shoes clacking softly against the hard ground below.

Inside, his figure disappeared in the ocean of bodies, his golden eyes no longer in sight. Her lips parted for a second, but it was a slight movement, a small shock she quickly recovered from. 

With one last look at the space she had last seen him in, now replaced by yet more strangers, because that's what he was, Papillion turned around, her fingers wrapping around the black silk strings that kept hold on the mask. She pulled and the bow gave in easily. With a gentle, quick move, she removed the mask that covered and decorated her face. Taking one Last glance behind her, one that took no more than a second, she was yet again unable to find him.

Around her, the mask no longer hid the faces behind her. Her eyes closed for a second, it was too much for her to take in. It wasn't that she was scared or that she hated packed-up places, it was just not a favorite of hers. For a second, she pondered if the right thing to do was look for him. Maybe he had someone to look for. In a way, it saddened her, but he was the one who parted after all.