Silver -chp 18--Chapter 18-It was as if she was in a trance, yet at the same time, she was completely lucid. She was fully aware of what was going on around her and what she was doing. Multiple times, Rosette tried to talk herself into going back. But deeper and deeper she went into the darkness. Her feet moved of their own accord. Her hand continued to hold onto the black-gloved hand of the figure that moved ahead of her. He led her slowly, steadily, down the several tiers of catwalks, wooden pathways, and foot beds that cut through the inner workings of the Opera House. The Ghost was cautious to remain unseen and keep his companion unseen. At one point, Rosette was certain that a young ballerina had spotted her and the Ghost; they were so close to her when they passed by her. But just as the child looked in the direction of the woman and specter, the Ghost pressed Rosette and he into the shadows, op
Silver -chp 17--Chapter 17-The world melted. Colors and sound merged into one being. Touch and sight were the same thing. Fear and comfort were suddenly the same feelings, and the world was lacking in safety and reassurance. Sense and reason were nowhere to be found.Rosette's head was swimming as her Ghost spun her through the crowd. The two of them appeared just as festive and beautiful as those around them, but they were far from such. The young woman felt her entire essence turn into chaos. The one individual whom Rosette believed she could trust was also someone who she had halfway believed to be a figment of her imagination. He was a ghost, a phantom, an apparition, a friend she could turn to and a being she knew could never harm her. As silly as it sounded, he was the imaginary friend she had never had as a child. Now he stood before her as someone she could touch and see.