Kiss of Immortality

               It was a cold dark night in the town of Desere, France. The wind was cold and it left a chill upon her skin as she walked. I had never seen her around town before. I fear her beauty may cause her the same fate as mine once did. I will never forget that fateful day as it is set in stone in my memories it feels as though it was just yesterday. Suddenly I was snapped out of my thoughts as she began walking again.         She had long beautiful blonde hair that fell in spiral curls down her back, and her skin was fair and held a slight pink flush as mine once had held itself. She was tall only a few inches shorter than myself. She was thin but held slight curves to her small frame. Even with her other defining looks the most striking of them all were her bright vibrant blue eyes, they were unlike any others I had ever seen. And her lips were the lightest shade of pink and soft.          She looked so young and innocent, she couldn't be more than sixteen or seventeen at the most. I try to be quiet as i observe her movements but my dress made things difficult by snagging on a near by tree ripping off a small section of the delicate navy blue material. I knew better then to wear this outside of the well tended castle grounds but I desperately need a breath of fresh air and some space from him. My hoop skirt rustled as i walked and still i continued to be quiet as not to frighten the child away before I could warn her of them.          I should have turned and went the other way but if I were to try my dress would only rip more. As I stepped out into the moonlight I felt the same strange connection to it that I always felt. Like I could Connect to it with the loneliness and isolation from everyone and everything they loved. It was beautiful but no one could reach it and save it from the loneliness inside. I know I probably looked like someone out of a dream or a fantasy. I walked over to the river to look at my reflection. Which told two stories.         The moonlight made my porcelain skin look like that of a dolls and my brown eyes held more sadness than could ever be explained, were dark almost black. My height was rather tall for a girl my age at least my age before the "kiss". My hair fell in loose raven waves down my back past my hips and felt like silk to the touch. I feel my beauty is a curse as it serves as a day to day reminder that i will never age past seventeen.