Inked.

95//Story: Memory

The moon is out again tonight. I hold tightly at my pen, as an unfinished piece of work lays on my table.
Two silhouettes are dancing. I smiled, recalling a certain years ago.

❝Em, look at me❞

My heart flutters as I turn my head up meeting those beautiful green orbs. I smiled.

❝What is it, Jon?❞

I asked suddenly sadness lined in his eyes yet the smile in his face hid it perfectly.
He stretched his hands and bowed.

❝May I take this dance, Milady?❞

I giggled and accepted his hand. We started dancing and smiling. I wish this would never end.

❝Em, there is something I need to tell you ❞

He spoke lowly yet enough for me to hear. I sighed and smiled weakly. I know. ..

❝We are leaving...❞

I nod. I know. I already knew Jon and this may be our last dance.
I sighed as I continued finishing my portrait. That was six years ago, That dance under the moon remained where it should be. . .the forgotten past.