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The castle of death.

Long years of loneliness, he was so tired and unhappy. Why was he still alive? Why wouldn’t death come to take his soul and set him free from this pain? She was long gone… forever and always he was bound to spend his days in solitude only dreaming and remembering the moments spent with her.  

Days were all same and nights were immeasurably long.  His existence could never be called a «life». It was just an existence without any reason and purpose.  His house was dark and empty, cold and dim. His house was just like his soul: abandoned … 

Thus he spent his days without the sunlight and any hope until one day a voice made his heart tremble.  Who was it? And why this voice made him feel like he was under a cold shower?  That voice was so dear so fresh, so warm so wanted and long waited!  It was her voice! Was she really there in their old house or was he dreaming? He didn't know, he didn't understand! He knew well that she was dead and he was never going to see her again. It was his fault. He should have never driven the car that night after the party! He was drunk she said he would kill them both she said and that what happened! She was dead, gone, finished….

But now he heard her voice, she entered the house, he couldn't see her but he heard her steps, her laugh and felt her smell. That was her… how was it possible? He was going crazy! He went out of his dark room running down the staircase and seeing her he realized: she grew older but it was her! He ran to hug her to hold her and cry with her! She was back…. How? It didn't matter. She was back to him.

But why was she crying? She was so pale with the sad smile on her face. How much he wanted to hug her close to his heart! He called her name she never responded, he wanted to touch her but seemed like he was some kind of smoke he couldn’t touch her he couldn't hug her and she didn't even feel he was there. How was it possible?  Suddenly he looks around the house and sees all the mirrors were covered by white blankets. He never noticed them…  While she was walking around the house passing right next to him she turned to one of the mirrors and removed the white blanket. She was looking into it and he came to stand behind her. Then he realized something he was refusing to see for such a long time.  He saw himself in the mirror…. He had no heart no flesh no eyes no soul. He was dead… he was the one who died many years ago. He was the owner of that empty house where she came to visit him and stay with him for a while. It stroked him and made him remember the last evening of his life. But wait, what was she doing?? She turned on the music, which was their song… She started to dance slowly … she was dancing their wedding dance… He came close to her, hold her waist and felt her warmth. For a moment she felt his touch and they danced for the last time… He was happy after such a long time of torture but all these days of loneliness were rewarded now with this one last dance. Now he could  be free, now he could go.