Ghost Simón

you were playing the violin quietly in the middle of a forest with a cold and relaxing atmosphere, the wind lightly collided with your face and your clothes causing them to move with fluid and soft movements. Ghost was walking through that forest until he heard the violin, you were playing the Luminary melody, you played beautifully and perfectly like a professional, Ghost looked at you surprised by your skill and your beauty, you looked like an angel from heaven itself

"She is beautiful .."

• he said in a very low and soft voice while he looked at you in amazement and with a loving look and it would almost be *