White Masha

"And I had a dream. I was walking to an ancient altar, and when I reached there, you were there, and we exchanged vows. I smelled the scent of decadent lillacs, the olor of Death. And when I turned around, I saw the ones I had loved. They were all dead. And I had never been so happy..."
Masha to Kiera
From a new story in which I´m working on