There was a dark spot in my mind. Something I couldn't recognize. I tried to touch the spot, but then it rose up. And suddenly I was watching a grown up man standing before me.
The stranger took my hand and pulled me behind him to another room. I heard him singing a sad, beautiful melody. He was singing...to me. The words of the song were telling about my beauty and kindness, he knew a lot about me.
I felt a hand on my waist pulling me near the stranger, who started to dance with me trough the wide floor. There were spotlights somewhere and sometimes the lights swallowed us inside. In those moments I saw a little of the stranger's face. It was half covered with a black mask.
I closed my eyes and held tight on the man. I knew the man was smiling. The stranger, my prince lifted me up, to his arms. And then he carried me up the stairs. And all I did, was watching his face.
He put me on a bed and walked away. I asked him where he was going, but he only said shhh... And I quiet down.
The man came next to me and without a word, took my face between his hands and kissed me very gently and softly. I sighed a little bit and then kissed him back. It was wonderful.
I touched fondly his face, the side with the mask. And carefully I took the mask off. I saw a scar that went through his face. I thought it was beautiful. I thought that my prince was very handsome. I kissed the scar.
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