• She lay in her bed, he's face haunting her. She played back memories of him, dreaming of his face, his hair and his beautiful, sparkling, blue eyes. She felt a cool breez over her body, efortlessly shifting her night gown as she closed her eyes she could see his face, then the dream-like memories faded to the nighmareish memory that she played back time and time again. She softly wispered "Damian". He's long lost voice seem to answer her as it wispered "Elizbeth". She gasped as a shodowy figure appered. As the figure move closer she moved back. Slowly a hand appered, then an arm, then the body and last the face. Unpon seeing the face she felt hot tears on her cheeks. She knew it was Damian's ghost. The ghost seemed to sing her name. As the ghost lifed it's hand to her face, it's touch was like snow on her skin. She closed her eyes and humed the tune of the music in her memories, she softly dance with the ghost. As she remembered the night Damian died, she fell to floor like a puppet whose strings had been cut.