"What are you all wearing? No one told me we could wear black in the charity ball." I spoke and no one answered. Everyone is just sitting down. It was a different place. The ballroom is gone. The music is gone. The lights are gone.
But I look around. I look for you.
You're the only person standing and you were resting a hand on a casket. It was placed right in front of the other people.
I came near you.
And wished I never did.
Because the dead person inside,
was me.