Chapter 48 the lover

In the center of the crowd were two figures, standing as still as statues on a platform high enough to be seen clearly from every angle.The woman was dressed in a dress, similar to a bridal gown made for ballet dancers. It was snow-white and fluffy, with black ribbons and lace dancing in the night sky.Her legs were clad in striped stockings and black buckled boots.His black hair, decorated with tufts of white feathers, rose in waves on his head. Her companion was a handsome man, slightly taller than her, in an immaculately tailored fine-striped suit.His shirt was crisp white, his black tie was tied in a crisp knot, and he wore a black bowler hat.

They stood entangled with each other, but did not touch, their heads turned towards each other.Lips freeze in the moments before (or after) the kiss. Although you watch them for a long time, they don't move.There was no movement of fingertips or eyelashes, no sign of breathing. They can't be real.Someone nearby commented. Many customers just glance at them and move on, but the longer you watch, the better you can detect the slightest movement.As the hand hovers near the arm, the curvature changes.The perfectly balanced legs shifted angles and they edged ever closer towards each other.

But they still didn't touch each other.