dancing with your lover in the halls of an abandoned castle (dark academia playlist) 

plot twist: you've both been dead for centuries and every so often dance together in the hall which you died

these videos have me convinced that i am simply just a 17th century widow who is still in love with her dead husband’s ghost

Comment Section: Wattpad writers: *"WRITE THAT DOWN-"*

POV: You are reading through the comment section fanfics while the music plays in the background instead of doing your homework like you are supposed to

you're just a lonely broken inside teenager and you're trying to find comfort in the fanfics in the comment section, don't worry, you're not alone

POV: You are on a vacation, and went to go visit an abandoned castle. The palace gets very few visitors each year, but nobody has ever been able to enter, they say very few unknown people own the key to the door. Since the palace was just a few hours away from your hotel, you thought it would be fun to visit, since the whole line of women in your family always carried the key pendant. You thought it would be a fun idea just to see if it would actually open, "You have arrived at your destination." The palace was dark and the exterior was covered in ivy. It enchanted you, you walked up the elegant tile path and came to the door. You took out your key and wobbled it around the keyhole. A mountain of dust covered you yet, the door had opened. Your jaw dropped, you ran inside, paintings and elegant things covered the walls. Everything was so clean and looked as if it had been preserved for a long time. You turned your head to hear a squeaky noise, it was a women holding a bright lantern. "You’ve arrived, he has been waiting for you." She grabbed your arm, yet you tried to pull away. But her grip was too tight. You yelled, "Hey! What are you doing?" The women said, "The key.. you have it, your the one." She pulled your arm to a dark hallway, and closed the large dusty doors behind her. You started banging on the door, "H-hey open this up! I wanna leave." Till your heard a voice it was very deep but calm, "But you’ve just arrived, why don’t you stay a bit longer?" You turned to see a man with long black hair dressed in fine clothes. He started walking closer, "It’s really you, now we can finish off were we started." He grabbed your waist and pinned you down against the door. "We were dancing, you collapsed and left me right then and there." He grabbed your jaw and brought his face closer to your’s. Then you had awoken. Was it all just a dream? You woke up and looked to your bedside, and there it was, a rose was tied to the pendant with a note, "This was just the beginning for now, my love." Sorry if it’s too long! 😅

This comment section is full of the oneshots I didn’t know I needed

Not me wanting to fix my room this aesthetic and drink tea and read a romantic book while listening to this. And im doing it BITCH🕰⌛🎻📻🎷📜💴🔬🗿🍵

"Don't tell me you've forgotten about me..." he said in a low tone. His voice was as cold as the air surrounding us. "Who are you?" I asked him for the second time now. My eyes keep trying to focus on his but his hair keeps getting in the way. Who is this man suddenly calling out to me from nowhere? In a foreign country where I don't know anyone, he called out to me. I can't see his face clearly but I'm sure my memory does not lie to me. And I'm sure, I would recognize this man immediately if I've met him before especially since he is wearing such eccentric and luxurious clothes. And yet... "...Your heart yearns for me. My love. Till death do us part, but even death is... temporary." ...my heart aches just looking at him. Nothing he said made sense to me. His voice is so low it is easily drowned out by the sound of the rain. I stay silent. I don't who he is but I don't feel scared at all. What is with this comfortable feeling? "I've missed you." he said in almost a whisper, but I heard it clearly. I've missed you too and I don't even know how that is possible. "I'm sorry I don't think I've met you before... You must be mistaken." I dismiss him. He begins to walk closer... "I've waited so long for you. Where have you gone? Are you living a good life? You said you wouldn't forget about me." and closer... "My love..." He's so close to me now. I do nothing. I'm paralyzed. My eyes are fixed on his gaze. My heart feels like it's being wrapped with thorns. Who is he? Who is this man and why does he make me feel this way? "It took so long to find you... but I am here now.. Shall we... ....dance again?" _end_

POV: "I've been here before" you thought to yourself as you walk in the darkness of the castle. You recognize the halls you're walking through, the paintings that grace the walls, the wilted flowers in vases along your way, even the chandeliers with its lack of shine. You pass every corner and every turn as if you've passed them a thousand times before, as if the whole thing is mapped out perfectly in your head. Without long, your legs stop moving. You look to your side and stand face to face before a large set of wooden doors. The rich mahogany color has gone dull and its intricate beauty is largely covered by cobwebs. Standing there, your heart beats faster and your body runs cold you almost shiver. There it is again, the little tug in your chest you've felt in front of the castle, only now it seems to have grown bigger. Your hand reaches the door's handle and for a second, you hear faint music and laughter from behind the doors. Curious, you push the door to make your way in, but the large door won't move. You try again for the second time... and the third... and the fourth... again and again until you grow frustrated and bang your hand at the door so hard, the sound echo throughout the castle. Giving your last attempt, you push the door with all your strength and the weight of your body. The door finally moves and a large dark room greets you with deafening silence. The little light from your phone fails to accommodate your eyes to observe the room, yet somehow you know exactly how the room looks like in the back of your mind. The deeper you walk into the room, the faster your heart beats. Your chest becomes heavier with your steps, and the little tug that you felt has now turned into painful jabs. Tears spring to your eyes and you stop right in the middle of the room. You start sobbing because the pain in your chest has become unbearable. What memory fails, the heart remembers. Now you know. Now you remember. Not of a name, but of a love so dear, a promise so sweet, and a fate so cruel. In this very place, your heart remembers the day you became his and the day you'd lost him all at once. At last you know what you've been longing, what you've been searching. Finally you've found it, finally, you are here. "I am here" you whisper out with tears running down your face, wistfully hoping he could hear. The rain has finally stopped, and the moon has risen once more. Its light shine through the large glass window as if it's trying to soothe your pain. "I've been waiting for you" a deep voice pierce through the silent room. A shadow moves in the dark. Its step haste, coming faster and closer to you until finally it steps into the moonlight and look at you. A smile grace his face and within seconds, his arms brace you tight, his head dips low, and his mouth next to your ear whispers out, "You owe us our first dance, love."

POV: We are all the lost souls of young scholars that tragically died in a carriage accident and are seeing living people for the first time in two centuries

“Hello darling.” 200 years without each other...always finding a way back to one another. Dancing in the hall of where they died. “Would you like to dance?”

Man, i'm not a writer but whenever i listen to these kinds of playlist/music, turns out that i will always ending up with an incredible story idea that just formed inside my small head xD

_I think the comment section already wrote 3 different Shakespeare plays._ *I´m not complaining tho*

One hand on her waist, his right hand clasping her left, they twirled around the elegant ballroom floor. As if they were in their own world, they danced the night away. All she cared about was his toothy grin and the way his hair clung to his sweaty face. All he cared about was the sweet sensation her touch brought him, the way that she laughed when he spun her around. Eventually the music faded, the lights dimmed, the patrons evacuated the large room. The lovesick couple stayed, dancing as if time would wait for them. Leading with his right foot, the ship jolted.. He tightened his grip on her waist and lifted the petit girl off the floor. a loud crack.. She laughed, floating in the air as if there were no gravity to keep her on the earth. the ship starts to tilt.. His smile was as big as a kid in a candy store. His polished leather shoes were as quiet as a mouse compared to the loud clicks of her heels on the floor. water pooled beneath their feet.. They danced, they held each other, they smiled, they laughed, they kissed. The lovely music in their heads continued to synchronize their heartbeats, as if the couple were not two, but one. the lights were out.. She became lighter in the water, easier to spin and twirl. She floated like a feather on a gust of wind. He enjoyed watching her in her state of carelessness. Not a thing could separate the two from their own world, where the music never stopped playing and the lights never faded. they can’t breathe.. A ghost of the beautiful ship it once was, it now lies at the floor of the ocean. Their once energetic, youthful bodies now just evidence of a horrific accident. Alas, they never stopped dancing. Now, they dance with the currents of the ocean, still within each other’s grasp. Mind, body, and soul, forever entwined. They are one.

“It’s late”, a voice says behind me that sends chills down my spine. I whipped my head around to see him. He was tall, his dark curly hair looked dew-like in the sprinkling rain, and his eyes touched a part of my soul that I thought I had lost. A part of my soul that I was searching for. The part that led me to this late night walk. “I- I didn’t hear you behind me”, I wiped the wet hair from my eyes, “I’m just for a late night walk.” “In the rain?”, he laughed showing his perfectly white teeth and smile lines. “Yes”, I smiled back, “A soul cleansing tactic, I suppose.” “Darling”, he took a few strides toward me and rested his hand upon my cheek, “Let’s go back inside.” As odd is it was for this stranger to touch my face so intimately, it felt so familiar. I melted in his presence for a second before backing away. “I’m- I’m okay thank you”, I laughed nervously, “I should head back home.” He dropped his hand and titled his head in disappointment. “You are home.” My gut dropped at the sound of those words. I glanced to the edge of the lawn resting beside the sidewalk. The metal gate and freshly kept lawn leading to the doors of the castle beckoned me inside. “No”, I whispered and shook my head as the tears filled my eyes, “Has it happened again?” He gulped and nodded his head slowly. He grabbed my hand and led me through the gate and onto the wrap around porch. The closer I got inside the more it all came back to me. He opened the door and my soul stepped back inside of me as I stepped inside. I turned to the man that was just a stranger to me moments ago and collapsed in his arms. “It’s okay”, he whispered and kissed the top of my forehead as we sunk to the ground, “You know we cannot leave the house my love, our souls remain here.” This was my eleventh time this week. I knew the pain and disillusionment that followed stepping outside these walls but I could not help but follow Mother Nature’s calls for me to breathe her fresh air. I felt alive again for those few free moments. If it weren’t for him I would have dissolved into nothing by now, but he always managed to return me to my soul, which irrevocably happens to be the place of my death. “I miss it”, I confessed as my tears stained against his white collared shirt. He pulled away and lifted up my chin, “I know.” “Til death do us part”, I whispered with a smile as I twisted his wedding ring around his finger. “Who knew that part was a lie?”, he smiled softly. I leaned back into his arms and looked down at the checkered marble floor. I remember being able to see my reflection the first day we stepped into this house. Now the empty gloss just stared back at me. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. Maybe an eternity of death wasn’t so bad. Maybe him, the castle, and I could live in perfect matrimony until the end of time. At least until Mother Nature beckoned me to smell her fruits once again. And the Devil himself brought me back inside.

All I want is a slowburn enemies to lovers is that too much to ask God 🙄🙄🙄✋🏽

I need to stop reading these fanfics in the comments when Im supposed to do homework. Maybe I can do one after I finish it, yeah I'll do that.

Why are these comments lowkey making me cry? THESE STORIES IN THE COMMENTS ARE SOOO GOOD!!!!

POV: Midnight. You're dancing in an empty ballroom with handsome ghost in his castle. A ghost who used to hate you, slowly falling in love with you. Plot twist: You were the one who killed him in your past life and have no idea.

The creator of this channel is a blessing

Eyes as dark as the night, he watches you. (wattpad- @dreamiarts) You wore your best dress for him. The one he loves so much. The one you met him in, when you first fell in love. As you walk down the old abandoned staircase, he takes your hand. A ghost of a smile. And then you dance. Oh how you dance. And for how long you can’t be sure. What feels like minutes could be years. And what feels like years could be merely minutes. All you know is that you never want it to end. You want it to last for eternity. But alas, everything ends. As you hold his face in your hands, you’re taken back to a brighter time. And instead you’re dancing in a ball, when this castle wasn’t abandoned, instead full of light, excitement and love. Where you met him. Your lover. Where you fell in love. Then the fire the rage the attacks. The castle fell down. And so did he. But he waits for you. Every year. He waits for you. He promised you one last dance. And you dance for an impossible future. Because he’s dead. And you’re alive. The song abruptly stops and the rain outside gets louder and louder. As you look upon his beautiful youthful face, you feel it start to crumble, as it always does once a year. The last thing you see are those dark eyes, before his features fracture and he’s gone. “Next year” is the unspoken promise in his eyes. You look at a piece of shattered mirror, at your old wrinkled face. Full of new love but also heavy sadness. Of lost experiences and grief. “I don’t think there will be another year.” You whisper. But he’s gone. And as you walk out of the castle, going back to your husband and children and grandchildren, you can’t explain why you do that. Why you always go back to the boy you once loved. Every year in an abandoned castle. For one last dance.

times like these are when i have an identity crisis. i know i'm broke af but i want to live like a princess and moreso a goddess.

"I once entered the ruins of an old castle that sat idly by on an old tall hill. Moss and plants crawled over the old building filled with shattered windows and tainted walls. At the morning, the castle would look old, broken and ruined, as if it was abandoned and forgotten. But one night, when the moon reaches it's peak, the ruins, illuminated by the light of the moons and the stars, would turn fine once again. Shattered windows will turn into glass, as clear as day. The halls would be filled with the sounds of singers singing tunes as old as time, acompanied with the sweet bashing of the piano. When I was there, I met a charming prince. His eyes were the color of hazelnuts, and his blonde hair was illuminated by the chandelier. His eyes looked as if he were lonely and forgotten, just like what the castle looks like in the morning. He and I took upon a mystifying dance, gracefully waltzing to the beat of the piano. But as soon as the sun rises , all life within the castle would cease to exist. The windows would be shattered once again. The castle would be embraced with the warm feeling of moss again. I felt like that prince was my one and only true love. I had longed for him for the longest time. But ever since the sun rose after that night, I never got to see my prince charming every again."

POV: an old soul is trying to communicate with you through this sound.

im in need of a “running through the festival with your childhood best friend” playlist.

"I said we would meet again, I never break a promise." Her eyes danced with mischief as she walked closer. My heart raced and my breath quickened. Her voice a whisper, it danced into my ears with an unknown gracefulness. "Do you remember me? From all those years ago?" Her voice was like a rose, beautiful and dangerous. Her words meant for me to answer, instead let me dip into a forgotten memory. The words left my mouth as I recounted the hours from that night. "We danced under the stars. For hours, just the two of us. Until they saw us." "Yes, until they took you away... ...away from me." Guilt and sorrow filled my chest, but there was a voice calling out amongst the chaos. Joy trying to battle a united front, and pushing forward into a smile. She took a second step, a single chair separating us from the other. I remembered her. I remembered the aftermath of our dance. Secret letters passed through dozens of hands. I took two steps, my body now in front of her. My head tilted up slightly, she placed her hand on my cheek. I spoke, every emotion I felt that night packed into one sentence. "I've missed you, my love." "And I, you." The End

I danced with a lover I never knew, and was enchanted by the love that never happened... I hope whoever reads this has a wonderful day.

I might have watched your whole page yesterday on repeat. MIGHT HAVE.

“It’s been awhile..” you say as a soft smile forms on your lips. “Far too long...” he said as he returned your smiled and moved closer to you. He hands held your waist carefully as you set your hand on the shoulder of his velvet suit. Your free hands clasping together, like the most delicate and stunning puzzle they were. Two pieces, together at last after 100 years of separation. You gazed into each other’s eyes and put your foreheads together. “Not even death can part us darling... till death, what a silly little phrase...” “Yet it’s still the words you agreed to when you made me your wife...” “Well I couldn’t just let you by without a ring dear, I love when other know you’re mine...” he said with a chuckle. Oh how lovely that sound was... it made your stomach burst with butterflies. “Clingy..” “Oh shush.” You laughed together and danced down the extravagant ballroom in the castle you were both forgotten in. Where you both died in each other’s arms as you waltzed to the crackling of fire as you both descend to the afterlife, granted by your mother in law and jealous sister. You move your hand down to hold his cheek and gaze into his eyes again. The fire was crackling slowly, and your time was almost out. He smiled at you, and waltzed you to the middle of the ballroom. You both watched the castle burn and decay as the fire creeped closer, engulfing your lungs and covering you in soot. But you couldn’t choke anymore. Your lungs were useless. And so was this fire. You both would be back in another 100 years. Back in each other’s arms, back in this ballroom, back in the fire. You pull him close, and share one last kiss before the fire creeps up your maroon dress, his velvet suit, and take you away. “100 more..”

" Haunted? I've lived here for 274920 years and haven't seen anything unusual "

I'm going to find a girlfriend and surprise her by telling her to wear her best formal dress and have a small princess ball with just the two of us. This will be the playlist. It will be outside, on a decorated roof specifically made to look like a garden in a summer night.

POV: your ancestors owned a castle in the old age. Over time, the castle withered and your family decided to sell it. You've never been to the castle, so before selling the castle to the government, you wanted to visit the castle before it's gone. You have asked your family for the keys and you travelled to that castle. There were mosses everywhere. The atmosphere was moisty and the grass was damp as if it just rained. The sky was painted in indigo with strokes of white around the castle. The fog welcomed you. Strolling past the mosses, you arrived near the gates of the castle. After a few grunts and tries, you finally opened the gates to see dead flowers sleeping in the flower pots. The walls made of stone were partially perished. The floor was cracked and the stones were crumbled. You ignored that to see a beautiful door. You were welcomed into the castle with a huge portrait of your great grand aunt. She seemed way too familiar. She looked exactly like you. Her brunet curls, her soft, rosy lips, her bright eyes that shone with curiosity. Her lilac gown that sat well with the curtains behind her. Her expression, her posture, everything in that picture resembled you. Intrigued, you got closer to the walls. You touched the rough surface of the walls and closed your eyes. Suddenly, you saw glimpses, glimpses of events that never happened with you. You recoiled in horror, you left two heavy gasps and took a deep breath. Tempted, you placed your hands again on the walls near the portrait and closed your eyes. You saw a big ballroom, crowded with women in gowns and men in suits. You saw the chandelier, glowing like a fire in a cave. You smelled lavender everywhere. There was a lot of chitter-chatter. You couldn't focus so you pulled back and put your hand again to see those glimpses. You heard trumpets, pianos and singers singing love songs. But there was one more thing. You felt a hand on your waist and your other hand in the arms of a handsome gentleman. "M'lady, you seem distracted, is there anything bothering you?" He questioned, in a deep, raspy voice. You found yourself dancing with this handsome gentleman wearing the same lilac gown and silky gloves you saw in the portrait of your great grand aunt. You closed your eyes and tried to remove your hand from the wall to stop seeing these realistic glimpses. But now you cannot, you don't feel your hand on the wall anymore. You are now stuck with this gentleman in this realm.

POV: I twist slowly on the cold bedsheets, careful not to disturb the sleeping prince beside me. He seems too peaceful in the night, gentle even: the darkness hides the sharp creases and angry angles of his face that I see during the day. I didn't want to sleep beside him tonight. I don't really want to sleep beside him ever. I pull my nightgown with me as I sit up, its silky fabric clinging to that of the bed. I place one foot on the creaky floorboard and then the next, twisting my head back to look at the prince after each motion. My heart skips a beat, or maybe two, or three. To be completely honest, I don't know what he'd do to me should he wake. Somehow, miraculously, I make it to our bedroom door and slip past the large frame. The halls are dark, abandoned even, during this hour. The servants come and extinguish the candles lining the walls for us as we depart each evening. I can only hope, now, that there are no guards are in sight either as my eyes adjust. I glide my hand along the smooth brick hallways for guidance. The air is cool tonight, enough so that I shiver in the thin cloth of my nightwear--or maybe I shiver with anticipation. This isn't the first time I've snuck away from the prince and his cruel ways. The royal bloodline treaty binds us by law but not by heart. My father forced us into the engagement; he sees me as nothing more than a puppet, a means to an end. But there is someone else that owns my heart, a love that is truly forbidden. "Lidia," I hear a tender voice call out in the distance. I see nothing more than his tall shadow, but I could recognize that voice anywhere. James. "I missed dancing with you at the ball tonight," He inches towards me, brings a soft hand down to my waist, "but you were looking ravishing." There'd be serious consequences for us to be seen together during the day, but luckily, I don't mind creeping around in the night. "I guess you'll just have to make up for it," I whisper, seductively. And, he puts his other hand in mine, our feet gracing the floor to remnants of the ballroom music, a soft lullaby that plays only in our heads. (33:41) I dread the few hours in which I'll have to go back to my lonely sleeping chambers, and he'll put on the grey, clunky guards uniform. We'll be strangers again, when in reality, James is my only lover. I do plan to break free of the royal family, figure a way out of their nasty schemes. But for now, I pull James a little closer, rest my head against his shoulder, and shut my eyes against our tapping feet--dancing in the darkness of night.

_And at the end of the dance, he stabbed me to death, telling that he never loved me at all._

You walk around the desolate halls, alone. You got separated from the rest of your touring group. An uncomfortable sense of familiarity washes over you, and you shudder. You then find yourself in the empty ballroom, that should have been closed off. The place is spotless, oddly. As if an entire crew had still been taking care of the place... “Jane! Jane, is that you?” A voice calls from behind you, your name is not Jane, it’s far from it. “Sorry, I got lost from the group!” You say anyways, assuming it was your tour guide. You turn around. “Group? What are you on about?” A man with shoulder length black hair and kind eyes asks you, confused. He is in formal attire, but his coat and his necktie are missing, his bear neck is exposed, his dress shirt was a bit messed up, but his vest was fine. “Jane, you’ve been gone for so long.” He walks closer to you, you try to step back, but you cant move. “I’ve missed you terribly.” He adds. “You don’t get it, I’m not Jane, you must be thinking of someone else!” You say, and he responds with laughter. “Don’t joke with me!” He smiles, and gently holds your hands. All this sudden you are reliving a memory you’ve never had, or have you? The sounds of violins flood your ears, you look down and your wearing a beautiful ball gown, something you’ve only seen in dreams. People dance around to the music, and laughter fills the air. You look back to the man, who is now fully clothed, still holding your hands. A kind smile spreads across his face. “May I have a dance?” He asks. “I’m not much of a dancer..” you say, autonomously. It’s like you weren’t the one speaking at all, but you were. “No matter! I’ll lead, just follow me.” He says, and you begun to dance. It was a simple waltz, sure, but it was magical anyways. You danced all around the ball room, others watched, and familiar faced giggled in delight, throwing around childish whispers. His hands are gently rested on your waist, you look into his eyes, and BAM! Another memory. But this one.. is dark, and painful. You are outside the castle, in the garden, under the rosebush, you hear voices calling for you, but you cant stand, you are clutching your stomach, you look down and see a knife plunged through it. “JANE!? JANE? WHERE ARE YOU?” The mans voice, you see him over a bush, he stops and pauses, looking around, you try to call out to him, but you are too weak, everything goes white, and you are back in the ball room. Holding the man’s hands, his coat and necktie are gone again, but, you are still wearing your dress. “I couldn’t live without you..” he says softly. He pulls out an empty vile of poison from his back pocket, and chuckles. “But this is great, your finally here! Now you can join the rest of us.” More people in their gowns and suits flood into the ball room, as well as the butlers and maids. “May I have this dance?” He asks coyly. “Don’t worry, I’ll lead.”

Tonight was the night. Tonight the war would end, for better or for worse. From the windows of the castles you could see the fires raging bright orange. Lighting up the night sky brighter than the moon ever could. If you listen hard enough you can hear the men fighting. But inside the castle the king and queen are sharing a final dance. It’s peaceful, they both know that tonight could very well be the last night of their lives. If things don’t go according to their plan it’s over. And even if they do they will not be safe from danger. Neither care if they die. The only thing they have left is each other. War takes everything from everyone, even a king.

okay, but hear me out on this idea: you’re fighting against your supervillain/hero counterpart who you have a MASSIVE crush on while also trying to get to a destination before them

"it's been a while" he softly says as a small smile forms on his futures. His dark hair neatly covering his forehead , slightly covering his dark brown orbs you were simply walking along the street in your own little world when a male voice called out your name "do i know you?" you asked for a second time now, yet you feel a sence of longing toward him. a little sigh escapes his lips as he takes one step closer to you, you stand still observing him as he takes his hands out of his pockets showing you a bracelet of some sort. you look down at your wrist, only to realize it was the same, almost identical. You look back up as a soft smile is plasterd on his face as he takes a step forward .. another one .. and another one until his right infront of you. You had this odd warm feeling filled with love when you finally met his gaze again. " do you remember, you promised me a dance" he softly spoke as he looked into your eyes, his smile only growing wider. you frown in realization, taking a step back as you advert your eyes on the the bracelet again before meeting his gaze. you smile softly at him before your words softly leaves your lips, almost in a whisper but audible enough for him to hear. " your dead my love"

You stand at their funereal, in front of your lovers painting, drinking tea in front of the window. Nothing will leave your head except the many nights spent dancing in the long hall. Up and down the hall you danced, your favorite songs played by record. You long for these moments back, but all you can do is replay them over and over again as you unemotionally stare into the rainy street.

bro he dont even want me how tf am i supposed to dance romantically with him edit: the fact that this stupid comment has 1.3k likes is really disappointing. i’m sorry y’all ain’t got nobody to dance with 🧍🏻‍♀️

“If I truly am to die on the battlefield tomorrow, please give me one final dance tonight so that I might have one last happy memory with you” “If I am to lose you, there would be no greater desire than to be in your arms one more time my love.

All I remember was walking down a hallway, my heels clicking while my white dress wet with grass and rain dragged behind me. Unsure of where i was going or who i was, i hurried down the hall and stopped dead in my tracks when i heard... “There you are.” a deep voice cut through my loud, whirring thoughts. The rain was still pattering on the stone pathways in the corridors and making small splashes in the fountains. Vegetation had climbed it’s way through the open and broken windows, vines lined the walls inside. I peered around the marble column to my left. A tall man in an old suit and leather shoes, grass sticking to the bottoms, was stretching his hand out in front of him. Was this gesture for me? “Sorry, I seem to be lost,” I said, my voice echoing off the painted ceiling and marble walls. His eyebrows furrowed and his smile was fading. I saw a memory drift away in his eyes. A piece of his tousled hair fell over his forehead. Music was playing softly over the rain, I looked over my shoulder and noticed the turntable in the corner of the room. The man walked toward me - standing only three feet in front of me. His eyes still expressed the same concern and pity. “You don't remember.” he said as if making an observation to himself. He stepped towards me, stretching out his hand again. He held my face in his hand and stroked his thumb across my jawline. My eyes welled with tears as centuries of memories waltzed through my head. I saw him as a young boy offering me flowers from the garden I had passed earlier. Except the fountain looked new, the windows were intact and the plants were freshly trimmed. Next, I saw a teenager run after me and watched him slow to a stop as he realized he couldn't keep up any longer, his eyes flowing with seas of pain. Then laughter rang as I saw the two of us reading and drinking tea next to the fountain, there was less water this time, and a few windows were broken. “How long has it been?” my voice breaking and hot tears flowing down my face, I nestled my head closer in his hand. He planted a soft kiss on my forehead. “Long enough.” he wiped my tears and cupped my face in both hands, gazing into my red eyes. He wrapped his arm around my waist, almost lifting me off the ground. The rain stopped and the music grew louder, the sun was peeking in through the clouds. “Dance with me.” he said in a whispered hush, as if this will be the last time. I placed my hand on his right shoulder and took a deep breath in. He picked me up and whirled me around, my heels clicked when I returned to earth. He took a step forward and time waited for us. We waltzed until the sun rose. The rain had stopped and my dress dried. We stopped in the middle of the floor as the music faded. He let go of my waist and took a step back. He held my hand and knelt down to kiss it. He returned his gaze. “Until next time.” tears filled his eyes but his smile remained. I watched him leave the room and turn into the hallway. “Wait,” I ran after him, feeling heavier with each step, the room was fading into a bright white light. I couldn't keep up any longer.

"Didn't you want it to be just us two?" "Stop trying to salvage the situation. You know for a fact that none of us meant it like this." "Let me lie to myself, then." "We were supposed to run away. No one was supposed to die." "Then we go down with them, should you care for one last dance?" "Gladly."

It was many hours after curfew, under a lightening sky, that you finally ventured out, undeterred by the rain. The few hours of sleep you had gotten were restless and filled with excitement. Although dressed only in simple garb and an overcoat, you couldn't feel the cold at all beyond the exhilaration running through your veins. The castle was a ten minute walk away, a grand construction that overlooks the sea, hidden behind trees that must have been eons old. There were so many rooms that you and your beloved hadn't discovered yet, so much history yet to be uncovered. But for today, all you two were having is a simple adventure under the rising sun. Your lover was waiting for you on the marvelous, moss-covered steps in front of the grand, creaking gate of the abandoned structure. When they saw you, their smile was so beautiful and soft that you could not help rushing forwards and pulling them into a tight embrace. They laughed, arms wrapping around you as well, before pulling you into the castle, out of the rain. The sun was peeking in the castle windows, gray yellow light dampened by the translucent shower of water outside. The two of you wondered at the gray cobwebs and layers of dust, but that didn't stop your hands from tracing the faded walls as you walked through the halls. Your lover, inspired by your surroundings, launched into a grand story composed of a ball, one that welcomed lovers both rich and poor, genteel and battle-worn, and it was a wonderful event for all. You laughed, immersed in the tale, as they grabbed your hand and pulled you into a dance. As you waltzed through the castle, the sun outside did not brighten, its light filtered by gray clouds. But it only caused a certain mood to settle around you two, somewhat grim, daunting, yet entirely magical as well. Each kiss felt weighted, special, and precious only to you both. Neither of you could stop dancing, even if the distant clock that tolled told you both it was well beyond sunrise. When you two finally separated, the rain finally pausing for a moment, it was with a laugh, a kiss, and a promise to see each other soon once more. The gray sky seemed to embrace you as you walked back home, wrapping you in a perpetual promise of beautifully dark tales untold.

living out my yule ball fantasies over here

“You look absolutely stunning” he says “Why thank you kind sir” you say as you curtsy. You both laugh as you enter the ballroom dance floor. Everyone’s eyes are fixed on you. He pulls you in and begins to slow dance with you. “I was beginning to question whether you were coming or not.” He whispers with a slight frown. “I wouldn’t have missed it for the world. I loved you.” You say as he twirls you around. He looks confused, he arches his brow and questions, “Loved? You don’t love me anymore?” He chuckled as he jokingly said that. “No.” You respond. You place your head on his chest, you can’t hear a heartbeat. It’s like his heart stopped. “Why not?” He asked. You look up to him. He had a worried and sad expression. His eyes are dull and they don’t have that sparkle like they used to. They were so full of love that day you both confessed your love to one another. “Please answer this honestly.” You pause for a couple of minutes as you try to build the confidence to ask him without crying. “Who was that other woman I saw you in the corridor with?” He looked stunned. He immediately became silent. “Oh.” You say as you sighed. “Do you love me?” You ask him. “Of course! Why wouldn’t I? I loved you since I laid eyes on you. I love you more than anything in this whole universe.” He tilts your chin up so you both meet face to face. You were inches away from his lips. Oh how you loved those soft lips. The lips that said “I love you”, the lips that comforted you at your worse times. But now, you hate those lips. The lips that tells lies, the lips who has cheated on you. You try to fight back your tears. “You love me?” You asked “Yes, with all my heart I do.” He responds. “Then why can’t you answer a simple question?” He dropped his head down and closed his eyes. You tore yourself away from him and say, “You claim you love me, yet, I see you with another woman!” “We didn’t do anything darling I swear it! We were only talking about things that have to be done in the castle” He exclaims. “Oh, things that have to be done in the castle?” You said mockingly. “Then why did I see you kiss her? Is that what you do when you talk about things that need to be done in the castle? Do you see me kissing everyone after I tell them something about the castle?!” You couldn’t fight it anymore, your tears came streaming down your face. You look at him. He has no emotion, he is just still. “Oh, silent, are we?” You said. He just stared at you, no response. “Why? Why did you do it?” You walk up to him and place your head once again on his chest. “WHY?” You shouted. The music faded and now everything is going back to normal. You see the vines covering the dark walls of the once beautiful castle. The eyes that were fixed on you were just the eyes from paintings and statues. You shout once more as you pound your fists on his chest, “WHY WHY WHY?! WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME?! NOW SEE WHAT YOU MADE ME DO!” You look at him, and his eyes stared blankly at you. You push him back and sit down on a pile of rocks, you put your face in your palms and look at him again. His body is just laying there. A smile slowly starts to form across your face. You laugh hysterically as you continue to stare at him. You stop and stare at the lifeless body. You get back up and pick up the body. You slow dance with the corpse as you hum a tune. You put your head next to his ear. “This is what happens. If I can’t have you, no one else can.” You whispered Edit: Hey yall, I have a tik tok, I will be writing short stories for you guys on there :)) if you could please check it out. @_angelbythewings_

I’m so gay when I listen to this, just thinking about women in castles dancing in an empty ballroom. No think. Just women. :)

POV: You were infatuated with the steady motion of the waltz as the rain echoed within the castle's walls. They dripped a patterned pace, often going slow in a rhythmic motion. Your feet played a part as well, going forward, sideways, then left and right. And as the rain dripped faster so did your feet and as your feet went faster, the motion of your heart swirled as if an asteroid was colliding with the earth's gentle ground. This repeated for quite a while till the rain had an uncertain splatter everywhere and you fell to the ground, clinging onto your lover's body with a pained sorrow.

Dancing with your fiancé while you lock eyes with your nemesis lover- I wrote a short story in the comments and uploaded a story on wattpad! (minatina1122)

“Hello my love.” The wind whispered in my ear as I finished the last word of the last page of Romeo and Juliet. I ignored it and sat the book on my side table. “Oh, how I would love to fall in love like that.” I whispered to myself as I relit my candles. I twirled around the castle library as classical music played in the background, drowning out the lashes of the sky. “My beautiful Angel.” Another whisper came about but a little louder. I looked around but I didn’t see anyone. There couldn’t have been anyone, I lived alone. “Rose, oh how I missed you.” I froze as I felt someone’s breathing on my neck. “Lucio, is that you?” I asked a little below a whisper. Only one person had called me ‘Rose’ instead of my full name. “God, how did I get someone as beautiful and angelic as you.” I felt hands slip around my waist so I turned around. “Lucio? They said you were dead, you had died in battle.” I hugged him tight as I took on his loving gaze with his green eyes. “I went off and came here. It would be rude if I hadn’t brought you back something you would.” He pulled back from me and pulled out a beautiful white rose from his coat pocket. “It’s beautiful Lucio.” I stared at him with awe. “Now May I have this dance?” He stuck out his hand and I nodded, slipping my hand in his.

That's it, from here on out I'm living my life as a ghostly sorrowful Victorian widow who's heart still yearns for her late lover (Even tho she's probs totally the reason he's dead now)

POV The airs chill ran across your body, nipping playfully at your skin. You stood looking at the extravagant hall, imagining all it once was. The beauty of the old room was enchanting. It compelled you to step closer. As you did a song began to play. A sweet and soft melody. One for the life of you, you couldn’t remember. Gliding across the hall, you reached the middle. You stared sat the mosaic for time you couldn’t count. Suddenly you had dropped to your knees and you head came abruptly to the floor. When you awoke you were laid In a breathtaking room. The bed was large and the silk so fine. Bright lilac walls were there to greet you and paintings you had seen never before. You carefully swung your legs to get off the bed and roam. You saw a set of doors leading to a cupboard in which you threw them open. Dresses among dresses were in front of your. All looking as if made for a queen. Tracing your hand along then you squealed in delight “Your majesty! You must be getting ready. Hurry, hurry!” A short woman began to dress you while your mind raced. Majesty? Who? You had no way of arguing so you bit your tongue as she laid upon you the most gorgeous rich red dress you had ever seen. The corset squeezed you tightly yet you didn’t care. Your heart skipped a few beats in anticipation. As the dress was put on, you looked down and ran your hands over the eccentric designs. Jewels caused a slight glimmer when moved towards the light, the frills fell neatly as if they were perfectly into place, the long sleeves stopped perfectly before your hands. The lace was divine to feel. You were ushered out the room and as you peered you recognised this place faintly. It was beautiful and looked so new and at its prime. You kept walking until your heart dropped. The ballroom. It was in all its glory. The walls fresh and the mosaic showed no change. You gasped unexpectedly as you caught the eye of a man dressed in robes which complimented him perfectly. He had a hard cut face a little stubble on it. His hair was floppy in curls and hung over his forehead gently. His eyes were the most perfect green, so deep and lush. His body looked as if it was taller than your form and towered quite a bit. Your breathing picked up as he made his way over. He stopped before you and bowed. You looked at him dumbfounded before you dropped into a Curtsy. He chuckled at your attempt. A sound You would grasp forever. He took my hand and led you to the centre of the ballroom before standing perfectly erect and a song played. You remember this song! Your feet moved involuntarily to the tune as you both glided across in a elegant dance. You didn’t realise how long you were dancing until the final few notes played and he dropped you down in his arms. You wrapped your arms securely around his neck as he bought his lips down next to your ear and whispered “welcome home, finally. My queen” you stared into his unwavering eyes as he bought his lips to yours in a chaste kiss. One that left sparks in its wake. And you let your eyes fall on their own accord, safe in the arms of your beloved... *Sorry if this was too long hehe I got carried away* Edit: thankyou for nearly 300 likes Jesus... edit: 2024… I was 14 when i wrote this… i’m 18 now wtf

POV ig... you've traveled to a lost place somewhere in the far reaches of Europe, near a coast, its a town, old and nearly abandoned and filled with castles and manors that hadn't been lived in for centuries. you walk along, admiring them until something calls you to explore deeper. you walk up to a large house, its stones covered in ivy, its gardens overgrown and gates rusty. you get to the front door, you put it and it barely moves. at first you take this as a sign to go back but something beckons you further. after a small struggle you get the doors open. you're greeted into a large entry room, great staircases heading who knows where and all the furniture is covered in dusty white cloth. you walk around the whole house, although it's been abandoned for so long all the life and history seems to come flooding back as if a scene from a movie. you enter a beautiful ballroom, great paintings cover the ceiling, chandeliers hang above you, and a gorgeous old piano sits in the corner of the room. suddenly the room is alive full of live and color, you can hear music and see people dancing. they're all dressed so fancy and they're all smiling and laughing. "ma'am." you hear from behind you. you turn around to see a charming young man, just your age holding out his hand. "may i?" he says. "sure-" you reply, you take his hand. in this moment you realize you're suddenly dressed in a beautiful ball gown. you dance for what seems like forever. you've never been more thrilled and happy. eventually, the music slows and comes to a stop. the boy you were dancing with bows along with all the others, you curtsy back. "it was a pleasure dancing with you," he says "and you" you reply. at this everything fades away, you're back in the clothes you came in with and in the abandoned ballroom, alone. after looking around too see if anyone was still there, you take a second to come back to reality... but on your way out you see a rose with a note attached that wasn't there before. it reads: "until we meet again~"

“Where am i?” As i tell myself waking up in a large palace for royals. It was the 1800s and I’ve been asleep for 10 years. The palace seemed to be a bit rundown, I was the only one there. Suddenly i hear a beautiful melodic piano piece playing somewhere in the palace. I find myself walking towards it, slowly looking at the crumbled building. I see all the paintings scratched up, ceilings with holes on them allowing the bright moonlight sky to shine upon the floors. The beautiful melodic piano piece grows louder as i walk closer and than I arrive at the door, and inside is where the sound was coming from. “This is the ballroom..,” i tell myself. Than i open the doors and there she was. The most angelic and beautiful girl dancing ever so gracefully. Her dark black hair, her light pale skin, and her beautiful red eyes. Her dancing was so melodic to watch, matching the rhythm and beat of the piano piece. As the bright blue moonlight shining upon the floor and her with the many cracks above the ceiling. I thought to myself “Why does she look like someone I love but i can’t?” And than at the moment she starts dancing melodically towards me. And with a smile she says “You’re gay that’s why.” and off she disappears in the night sky. Idk what i’m doing i just thought of this and i thought it’d be fun to write this :)

I told the stars about you And with me they did weep They listened to my stories Begged me not to sleep The stars laid up before me, listening as good friends do Those wish makers, cosmic missiles Tried to find their way to you I told the stars about you, And they told the planets too I sang to them our misadventures They said they sympathized with you I explained my love and hurt, My admiration and despise And when my story was at once done They faded in the sky I told the stars about you And soon the moon was told About our experiences of each other Memories new and old The moon rotated around the world Trying to catch a glimpse of your face But when it failed to see It's heart shattered in it's place I told the stars about you They told the passing rocks The asteroids came to me, And us they did mock I told them all about us And when they realized I spoke the truth They moved on with their lives Their hearts no longer uncouth I told the stars about you They whispered to the Earth She rocked you to sleep in your bed Kept the fire burning in your hearth She cares for you so dearly Almost as much as me She promised me to guard you, even in ways you cannot see I told the stars about you I forbade them to tell the wind So they told the trees but unknown to them, The breezes are their friends The wind swirled to you And whispered in your ear My heart my soul and tears Things I hold so dear I told the stars about you And those who knew where the sun and wind and sky Soon you knew as well And for me the stars did cry But the universe split open And She came to me Telling me to never stress That you're safe as can be I'll wait for you in the stars Until you can arrive But til then I'll whisper to the stars And hope the messages meet you alive

Make one called "staring out the car window as it rains and I'm pretending to be in a sad movie" lol. Love your work!

Pov: You walk through the ancient hallway. You try to imagine how it would have been in the grand old days, full of life and hopes. You suddenly walk into a huge ballroom. It was old but when you closed your eyes you felt like it was filled with people, with vibrant life. You try to imagine how it boring it would have been to listen the old King's speeches. You snicker. Suddenly you hear footsteps...you are startled and look in the direction of the footsteps. You hear the door creak and a handsome person steps in, your lover. "Mesmerizing, isn't it? It might be old but I feel like I can sense all the memories here.."his deep voice feels like music to your ears. "Then let's add one more to it, shall we?" you ask, extending your hand. "We shall." He pulls you toward him while you gasp and slightly slap his chest. He squeezes you waist playfully and starts to dance. You move closer to him. You stare at his beautiful brown eyes and says "I feel like I could do this for eternity and still feel content." "I'm glad." and puts his hand on your chin, moving his thumb across your cheekbones. He kisses you deeply. You kiss back with equal passion. You finally break the kiss and lay your head on his chest. Your arms snake around his waist, hugging him tightly. "I love you." You say while hearing the comforting sound of his heartbeat. "I love you more." He says while resting his chin on your head. My single ass😭😭: I WANT A LOVELY BOYFRIEND!!

"We meet once again love I have been afraid that you've forgotten about me..." he said with a low toned voice "Do i know you?" I say repeatedly. I have a strong feeling that I know him. I feel comfort around him yet i don't think i've ever seen this man in my whole life. "Always and Forever, Till death do us apart remember" he says while he comes closer. That sounds oddly familiar to me. I can feel the strong cold wind as hes coming closer. He grabs my waist and my hand and we start dancing. "I knew you'd come back to me" he says with his cold but at the same time warm breath as we dance. I start to get flashbacks and remember me in a big red ball gown and him in a black tux the same one he is wearing. Both of us tearing up, While dancing. "Elijah" I say out of nowhere "Helena" He says back. He takes my hand and takes me to the castle balcony. We look at the stars. He points to a rose that looks like it has just been planted. "That rose remember I gave it to you the first time we came up here" he says I start to remember everything, how we met, how we died. He walks toward the rose and gives it to me, and says "Always and Forever, Till death do us apart" Then, we hear someone come up towards us. "Always and Forever, We'll meet again soon..." Elijah said Before I can say anything a man comes up and points something at me Boom.... I can still see but not hear Elijah looks at me and mouths "Always and Forever" and then I hear another boom... Me in a red dress and Him in a black tux. Both of us on the floor. Now I cant see or hear, I'm not breathing, I had a strong feeling he wasn't either. -Short Story By Me Myra Castillo

You and your lover swayed about the ballroom floor. "Darling why do they stare at us?" I whispered gently into his ear. "Because it isn't often they see two ghosts dancing in the castle my love-"

pov: [32:38] [gender neutral] you sigh, as you look up at them. they're across the table from you, writing to their hearts content. you look down at your own artwork, a painting of them. it's them alright. but without the angry creases in their forehead, the furrow of their brows as they scribble down their memoirs, the hair that falls down over their face. your painting blurs our all of their imperfections, and enhances the things that once made you the happiest royal in the land. "what" they look up at you, almost snarling. they lost their temper often nower days. "nothing my king/queen/monarch" you stutter, trying to sound as genuine as possible. you heard a contemptuous "hmm" leave their lips as they went back to work. it wasn't always like this, you thought. you picture last night, a picture of beauty and grace, an image of ethereal dance and song. you imagine them twirling you around as you spin bare foot on the cold tile floor at midnight. except it wasn't them. it was your secret lover. the secret lover who has loved you for years, once yearning for you. shouting up to the castle doors, only carrying the finest of deep red roses. they truly fell for you, and after time of fighting and pain with your past lover, you fell for them too. but you where married, binded for life to a person that wouldn't hesitate to kill you. you lived in fear, but when they, your secret lover showed up, you lived in romance. dancing with them at midnight in the ballroom breeze, skipping through the forests of apple trees with them while telling them your darkest secrets, whispering sweet nothings to them as they walked away in the darkness. you hoped to see them once again soon. looking back up, you realise not only has half an hour passed daydreaming about your secret lover. but your legal partner has left the table, only a note sat on the table in front of you, was this what they had been writing? you open up the crumpled paper, shaking. "i know about you and [secret lovers name] because i am them, why else would we meet up at night? to hide away from ME? oh no, my love. it was so you couldn't see my features that i so often see you staring at in hatred, and as much as i love our midnight gatherings, i must say, i am surprised you kept it up this long. well now i know just how much you care for me, meet me tonight."

This channel is everything

The eerie silence was always disrupted every few seconds by your heels clanking against the old marble floors. "My love are you here?" The sound of your voice echoed through the halls of the empty palace. You pushed against the heavy large door which would lead you to the ballroom. Only a wall separating you and your lover now. *Creeak* The door made a unsoundly screech as you entered the gorgeous ballroom. You open your eyes once more to see the place gorgeously candle-lit. The flowers full in bloom, The paintings all still hung up. The castle still in order, nothing yet to pass. Your eyes start to wander as they lock onto the 19th century nobles dancing across the ball room floor. The woman's lovely dark black ballgown with the delicate red lace accents. And the lord dressed as noble as ever. The couple waltzed as your eyes followed them across the room. The entrancing piano playing in the background as long with some other instruments you couldn't bother to name. It was almost like it was out of a dream, but no. All to familiar to be only out of ones dream. Perhaps a figment of the past? You felt all the memories rush back to you once more. You knew you were looking for him but you forgot how lovely your story was. The water running down your cheeks quickly increased. You two were the noble dancing across the ballroom. And that is your dress. The dress you are now stuck in for an eternity. Your eyes began to close, as you felt your surroundings change. All back to normal. The ivy covered walls of the old castle. The place you could never leave. You realized the music never stopped. "My love...?" You called out once more, puzzled as you tried to step forward. A cold icy hand grabbed onto yours as the entity spun you around and stopped once you faced it. "My love..." A smile crept up onto your porcelain face as you leaned your head into his jacket silently sobbing. "My lady... it feels like a millennia since I last saw you my darling.." "Its only been 132 years my dear." "Too long.. too long dearest.." He sighed as he put his finger on your chin lifting your face up. "Tell me.. where have you been hiding?" He asked as you softly laughed at the question. "Only the shadows may know monsieur.." You leaned up and kissed the confused noble and smiled.. "Well than. May I have this last dance for the current century? Who knows when I'll see you yet again m'lady." He slowly bowed, slightly leaning his head upward toward you and smirked. "Of course my love..." Some say the two nobles danced until sunrise, only for them to vanish once again. But I suppose we shall never know.... E N D This was much harder without naming the two. Thanks for reading!

"Lets dance.." we dance happily as we try to hide our tears. Knowing after this, this memory will be erase and we need to return to our reality. This is our last.

POV: You wake up listening to a faint melody. Outside the rain is falling on the floor made of stone. You feel the urge to cry and your heart aches. Your eyes try to adjust to the light inside the huge ballroom. You’re laying down on the wooden floor. You don’t feel the cold , in fact you don’t feel anything at all. You turn your head to the side. Your lover is laying next to you. He’s as pale as the snow. He’s dead. It can’t be. Blood is running from his head reaching the end of your dress. You look down, at his hands there’s a knife stained with blood. Your blood. Your chest is bleeding and your white dress is soaked from it. You feel like you’re floating. “Shall we dance my love ? “ , you hear a familiar voice calling at you. “We couldn’t dance alive but now we have all the eternity”

Try “dancing with your ancestors in your now abandoned village”

He held her tightly, his hands grasping on her waist like she couldn’t be close enough. She held onto him in return, the pair slowly moving in circles, dancing to music nobody else could hear. “I fall in love with you more everyday.” He murmured in her ear. “And I you.” She responded, laying her head on his chest. Their sweet embrace wouldn’t, couldn’t be interrupted. Nothing could take them away from each other, not after all this time. Not even the fire that slowly crept through the castle, extinguishing every life it laid its hands on. “I will always love you.” She said, pressing a small kiss to his cheek. “In sickness and in health.” “Till death do us..... that won’t do.” They didn’t run, they didn’t try to escape. Not even when the fire was upon them, did they stop dancing. The pair continued to dance, waltzing together into their next life, where they could be together for all of eternity.

PoV: You're staring outside from the window of your castle. Slowly, your tears are falling down. Outside, you see the love of you life leaving you because (he/she) met a new person to live on with (his/her) lives. You turned around to not see (his/her) face because you know that you are already dead and the people around you are slowly moving on while you, you are left alone in your castle that was supposed to be your happy place.

I'm not dancing with him, he killed me and left me here.

"You came..." His smile was little, but caring. He put his hand on my cheek and then slightly bowed. "I will come every time..." I responded and cursed. He put my hand in his and I put my other hand on his strong arms. His blue as sea eyes were looking only at me. We started dancing to the music that we're playing and whole ballroom was looking at us. As the night were going, we were dancing all the time, without any words. We didn't need them, cause kindred spirits understand each other very well. We're in love, impossible love of two people from different worlds. But what if I would find a way to stay in his world forever? We could live our happily ever after... Then we looked up at the big clock in ballroom and then at each other. "You have to leave me... Why can't you stay here?" He asked with the sadness in his eyes. "I don't know, my love, but I will find a way to stay here." I promised him and for a "goodbye" I stood on my tiptoes, touched his hair, looked deep in his eyes and kissed him showing him my all love and feelings. He kissed back and hold me tight in my waist. "Take this, please..." He said very quickly and gave me something to hand. "Tomorrow you will answer me." With tears in my eyes I wanted to kiss him again, but suddenly I woke up. I was surprised where I am, but then I remembered everything. So I slowly looked at my right hand and felt something in it. With holding breath I opened up my clenched hand and saw beautiful ring from gold with blue sapphire in it. "Yes..." I whispered. (sorry for long comment, hah 😅)

(ahhh this is my first time doing this) pov: the sun had been hiding since the war, along with all of the souls the castle had once contained. the rings of laughter and hushed kisses between those who dare defy the imminent threat of class, the longing stares and charming smiles carefully exchanged between lovers... all gone. my castle, my sun, my people, all gone within a breath of the moon. the moon is such a playful creature, taunting me at night with its everfading glow that, yet no matter how cold my castle would grow, can never live up to the warmth of the sun. And the stars, oh, the stars. i'd like to imagine that they are the souls of my beloved, the souls of those lost in the exchange of war. the stars are my favorite, for they are the most fun to dance with. they are warm, like the sun, yet as irridescent and teasing as the moon. oh, how i longed for the stars. how they reminded me of my mother, who embraced with the most passionate form of love. how i longed for my brother, who had ruled the kingdom dutifully in my father's place with an elegance so raw, so pure, that even his enemies were forced to respect. how i missed my lover, (l/n), who's cries and kisses and teasing whispers i had drawn with such ease. i had prayed and wished and begged the sky, begged and pleaded and sobbed that, to whatever god may listen, i would be blessed with the grace of such celestial beings. the stars, i pray, will one day return to me the souls of those who were here, there, gone. lovingly, the stars had returned my promise. at the dead of a night, who's winds i fight to forget, the cold, blood-stained stone my feet had grown to cherish grew warm. i startled, for it was a warmth so endearing i melted on the spot. the warmth kissed my bare feet, allowing my yearn to dance and sing and kiss my departed beloved to fizzle into a mere reminent thought. i danced, leaped, glided throughout the castle, my nightgown pooling at my feet as the stars kissed and embraced and devoured my soul. i danced with the elegance of royalty, my face alight with a glow unknown to man. i beamed, basking in the glory and power the stars surrounded me with. "my beloveds," i sang, "how warm is your embrace!" a faint whisper of a thought suddenly invaded my mind, polluting my thoughts of warm with the tendrils of a cold, familiar wind. how ironic it was, i deemed, that i would still dance with the souls of those who's lives i had faught so hard to take.

To me he was the sun. I adored him with my entire being. He was the only thing that kept me alive. If he was gone, then so was I. Even on the worst of days, I could just look at him and everything would be okay. But it wasn’t just me. Soren was beloved to mortals and gods alike. He was by far his fathers favorite son, and the humans came to him with all of their problems, so when I came to him asking for help, he simply did what had to be done, and left. I knew I shouldn’t have felt the way I did, but I couldn’t help it. I knew I was just another mortal to him, but my cruel heart did not care. I wanted him to be mine, and only mine. Maybe it was his golden hair, or the way that his aegean eyes shone whenever he smiled, but something about him drew me in. I started coming to him everyday with my problems, just to see him again. On my third visit he finally asked for my name. “Anthos.” I replied softly, my eyes glued to the ground. “Like the Greek word for flower…” He paused. “I like it.” And just like that, our improbable bond began. This comment section felt a little to straight, so I added a gay mortal simping for a god

“Don’t look at me like that”. She blushes “I haven’t a clue what you’re on about. I’m simply just too in love with you”. They danced in the empty ballroom as the rain quickened and the music climaxed. “I don’t ever want to leave this moment with you” he said. She looked at him with glee in her eyes and said “we can stay as long as we want, even an eternity”. The room spun around and the rain was no longer inside of the ballroom, but faintly falling outside. Thunder roared but nobody in the full ballroom cared. The waltz continued. “That’s better” she said with a smile. They danced with other couples in unison. The music turned quicker and it was a happy moment. He looked into her eyes with nothing but love in his heart. “I love you” she said. The song quickened and then suddenly ended. The people were gone and the rain was inside the ballroom once again. He eagerly looked at her. “Do it again” he said. She looked at him with a full smile and said “that’s the perks of being dead”. They danced as they faded away to the same memory as before. To this day they repeat their favorite memory. This is my first time writing something like this lol. I saw this in my recommended, clicked on it, and just got this jolt of inspiration.

not me fantasizing all the fanfics written in the comments with my 2D husband who isnt just not real but also dead in his respective anime-

“it’s time darling” He shallowly whispers. His voice cold as ice creeping down your back. You begin to play a song that you don’t quite know. The silence is deafening but screaming. Even with his voice speaking nothing could overtake that sound. The sound your last dance with him. His footsteps echo in the brimley lit hallway. It is rhythmic and felt rehearsed. His ocean filled eyes shined in the disappearing moonlight. The way his body shimmers in the rising sun was hypnotizing. Slowly he disappears into your shadow leaving you all alone for the next 100 years again.

“We meet again my love.” A faint voice says in the dark. Well aware of who it is you turn around running towards the voice. They pick you up and spin you around...”This place hasn’t changed in the 300 years we have visited!” They say taking hold of you, “Care to dance?”

i came here to study, only to dissociate into another dimension.. bruhh the amount of love i have for this channel

It was a night out on in the village with my best friend Jay whom I have been in love with him since the beginning of when I first met him. His eyes were forest green and his skin olive brown with just a small little mole on his face to top it off. And today was going to be the day I told him I loved him. However we wondered off into some forest when suddenly it had started raining really heavily. We rushed quickly to find shelter when we saw this old abandoned castle. As we stepped foot into the old castle it was gloomy and dark but the more we went inside the more beautiful it became. Both me and jay wondered where, why, how this castle was made. How come nobody came to visit this place? It was magnificent along with enormous, just the right size for a king and queen. As we explored more into rusted antique castle we noticed a gigantic door leading into what was the most elegant ballroom I had ever seen. Jay started chuckling as he took out his hand. “May I have this dance with you, my fair lady?” I could feel the butterflies coming up but I took his hand anyways and chuckled back. Even though we were soaking wet the moment just felt right as the rain outside complimented the mood just right. We began to waltz together, hand in hand as jay pulled me closer to him and effortlessly twirled me and my demanding heart. “My fairest lady may I tell you something of deepest from my heart?” Jay looked at me a little bit nervously but still never letting go of my hand. “Of course you can, I am always here to listen.” I said trying not to make it seem I was in fret of what he would say. “Well I...”

"I've missed you" his rough voice spoke as the sweet melody of the piano filled the vast room with longing. His long fingers never stop their precise movements, as he stares ahead with a glassed gaze not focusing on anything in particular, "I played everyday you know?" he says moving his head down. "I hoped you would dance outside the room, even if I couldn't see you knowing that you were there would have been enough" his voice breaks as a small tear escapes down his cheek, knowing that after this day he would not play another note. "Dance for me sweetheart..."

!PLOT!: (wattpad) There was once a couple of names like the sun and the moon, Celine & Helios. They lived far away from society, in the heart of the forest in a lovely little cottage, where wildflowers grew and blossomed. Helios was a poet, and Celine was a ballerina, and they were the epitome of true love, they felt it in their bones. They would often sing and dance with each other by the riverbank every night while bathing in the moonlight. However, no matter how magical it is, living in the heart of the forest, the seasons will always be too hard to bear. One terrible winter, poor Helios caught terrible coughs and colds that went on for days, but with the help of Celine, he recovered. Well, that's what they thought. For they didn't know that his body was set to grow weaker and weaker that day onward. One morning, Celine woke up to her lover's body burning due to his high temperature that later on leads to his death. Celine was greatly devastated. She buried her lover's body by the riverbank where they would usually profess and proclaim their love for one another. Celine would always be by their spot to tend to her lover's burial site, she planted flowers and took care of them by the morning, and by night, she would bring a small chest full of the love letters and poems Helios wrote to her in the course of their years together, still, she opts to profess and proclaim their love to the moon and the stars and dark night sky with her lover's ghost. and Helios, despite his body dead and cold, knows his heart and soul will burn eternally for his moon.

she arrived at the castle yet again. she couldn’t stop seeing him. even after her sister scolded her, and her brother yelled curse words and insults as she crumbled beneath him. she had to see her boy again. lifting her ghostly white lace nightgown above her pale ankles, she tiptoed up the stairs, lifting her index finger gently, and the door creaked open. stepping over broken glass and rubble, and treaded lightly into the castle. she looked around, there was no sign of him. she checked everywhere, apart from the ballroom. she lifted her finger yet again, and the doors swung open. ‘michael?’ she called, walking into the middle of the darkened room, her voice sending chilling echoes. then, he appeared before her. his eyes piercing her very soul, his blonde curls falling above his eyes. ‘dianne.’ he gave her a weak smile, kissing the back of her hand. ‘couldn’t keep away from me, could you?’ ‘i guess not.’ with the flick of michael’s ghostly white wrist, the familiar haunting music began to play, as they unfolded infront of eachother, letting their now carefree bodies move to the quiet music, feeling like they were the only two people in the world. as they swayed to the last song, michael whispered. ‘you’ll come to see me again, won’t you?’ ‘yes. it’s a shame you’re dead really, i know how much you wanted to go ice skating for christmas.’ he chuckled lightly at her response. ‘why don’t you stay here, with me, forever?’ michael suggested, pulling away slightly, staring into dianne’s deep brown eyes. ‘you meet never go back home?’ she quizzed, raising an eyebrow. ‘i mean never going back home.’ she knew what he was asking her to do, he had asked it before. as much as she tried to push herself to do it, she knew how much she would miss. dianne wasn’t ready to be a ghost. ‘i can’t.’ she whispered, and before michael could try convincing her anymore, she had vanished into the night, leaving the ghost warlock alone with his thoughts for another month.

Its not that she'd wanted to leave, in fact it was the opposite. He was simply the one from the wrong place and the wrong time, and she was simply given no other choice. But every so often, she'd come back to the place they'd used to meet. Where it rained rivers and oceans, the droplets hitting the ground in puddles and creating ripples in the ground. And if she tried hard enough, she could almost hear his footsteps walking through the hallways. She could almost hear his whispers as he took her hand, nearly feeling the warmth on her hip of where he used to place his hand. As the rain continued to fall around her, she let out a shuddered breath as she looked downwards at her feet. Her throat tightening up as she felt the tears sting her eyes, her lips trembling as she thought of her mistake that she made so long ago. She hugged herself as she leaned against the wall, its paint long ago chipped and coiled as the remnants settled on the floor. The smell of damp wood enveloped her as she stared out across the courtyard, her heart aching as she wished and hoped that maybe she'd see him walk through the fields once more. But even she knew, not all princesses had a happy ending.

POV: your dancing with the ghost of the soul that gave up on you

He waited for her for 200 years just to say goodbye to his lover, the time traveler whom he met in his time. Now him looking at her and the other half of his soul embracing each other. Letting go on her, leaving on their memories together at 1819, now seeing her starting another memories of the present future of himself. Now humming of the tune his mother taught him while sitting at swing he made just for his love. Reminsing the memories, the day there both souls got sealed with each other from the ritual, the first time he saw her dance, the last dance before she dissapeared, and the last time they made love. letting go of the swing, he falls of the cliff taking the pain with him forever, accepting that its the fate to meet each other but to let go at the end. -i read this at wattpad, and its a LEGEND!! I cry a damn river in this. If you want to read it, its actually a KTH ff (bts' V Fanfiction) but even your not a fan, you will love it. Just dont forget some tissues for your tears hehe /The Painting -KTH FF/ search it on Wattpad

This whole playlist brings tears to my hopelessly romantic heart, where do you even find this all? 😔✊🏼✊🏼

POV: When the song was finished, he slowly released your hand, a melancholic smile playing around his lips. As soon as his presence was no longer near you, the cold air wrapped around your body like an uncomfortable blanket and you immediately longed for his touch again. But you knew you didn't deserve it. "In the end, I was in this relationship on my own," he whispered brokenly, his brilliant eyes brimming with unshed tears. It felt like a millions swords were piercing you, and you wished you could tell him how wrong he was, but you couldn't. It would be unfair, because frankly, there was truth in his words. You had played with his heart for the longest time and let him run after you, because you loved the feeling of being chased. Yet he caught you in the end and you caught feelings for him, but it was too late; you had already broken him. To continue this relationship would bring him nothing but torment, and as much as you loved him, you couldn't let that happen. So you could only watch helplessly when he walked away, reaching out a hand in a futile attempt to stop him from leaving, as tears cascaded down your cheeks. (apologies for the poor english bc i'm european and my english is wack,,, also my writing is awkward and weird but iz fine i'll get over it... i just felt like making one lmao)

POV: I'm sitting on the kitchen with my best friend and we're talking about life. Especially about the fact she finally admit she likes this guy. And it's my ex. And it's kinda sad and hard for both of us because of different reasons. But we're still together and this playlist's playing on the background. And I don't wanna this evening to finish.

Man, I'm already dreaming big with having a lover. You didn't have to make it that romantic for me now.

I still can’t believe you did my suggestion- thanks!

POV : You're standing in the royal library and you furiously page though a book you had left something in. Your fingers ache as your eyes begin glistening with tears, "what if someone found it?" You whisper to yourself feeling anxious. "If someone found what, your majesty?" A curious voice asked. It belonged to William a high noble. He smiled giving you a bow. Quickly you start blinking away looking down to cover the swirling tears. "A note. The Princess," you thought quickly on how to build your lie, "She gave me a note. I've lost it in this book." He looked at the book in your hand and a glint of pink brushed his cheeks. He then produced a folded paper from his blue coat. "Is this the one my Lord?" You grab the paper mortified that someone had seen it. " Christ !" You blurted, he bite down a smile. Had he read it? Did he- no he wouldn't. "Did you, did you open it? The paper?" "Your majesty, I didn't know it was you who had written that- I swear I hadn't know" He bowed his head and you could see the reddish glow once again. 'Gods he is beautiful. He is kind, gentle, a perfect Romeo but with the humour of Mercutio. Apollo would be jealous of such a man with his talents and beauty. I longed to entangle my fingers in William's glorious hair, to kiss his lips and draw life from it. To be gods and rule the lands that other forsaken. I've loved him from the start, but I wait on a Sun that will never rise. Instead I wait on a moon that will forever dance to my love-less nights.' "And?" You asked nervously fixing the pink folds of your garment. What were you thinking?! You mentally scolded yourself. "I- I've always thought the world of you, your majesty..." he started, "but-" "Am I not beautiful?" You ask jokingly, knowing the answer. He shakes his head with a chuckle and for a moment you feel the warmth in your chest. Maybe he was like you, maybe you were not alone, maybe you had a chance at- "I cannot love a Prince, your majesty " (Sorry for this super long thing, if you're still reading holy smokes thanks!)

I see everyone in the comments became an award winning writer ....My salutes to all the geniuses out there, life would not mean much without all the troubles, how can be one happy without sadness? For this world is a mixture of opposites

" Words can't describe how much I miss you!" He beamed. "As promised, I came back after 5 years." " I missed you as well, idiot..." I replied. "What's wrong?" asked he. "Whenever I talk about you, I keep getting told to let go and move on," I replied sadly. "But-" " I've been told that I'm insane because you died 4 years ago, I've always wanted to get you flowers, but not in this way" I cried as I laid down on his graveyard. On a rainy day.

Imagine (Gender Neutral) Night after night you heard a sultry voice call to you from your dreams. It was the same place, a dimly lit ballroom. Bronze gilded the ivory pillars lining the walls. Expertly carved statues of marble told their own sad stories hidden on the surface of their strong expressions and broken limbs. Your lover possessed the same strong face. They held you close to their chest as they glided with you along the cold sparkling floor. You swayed happily in tune with the phantom orchestra, twirling in your elegant wear freely. Even in the midst of joy, enraptured in the tender arms of your true love, you wished this could be real. It was only a dream, right?

Me being a hopeless romantic listening to this and reading all of your pov be like: How can I stay here for the rest of my life? Edit: Wait holy sht i didn't know this has over a hundred likes now 💀💀 Another Edit: why do ya'll like this comment I- guess I'm not the only one :))

Plot: You, a girl named Lenore Dela cruz a woman born of noble blood, was invited to a tea party where ladies and gentlemen gather to celebrate and showcase themselves. the letter, which consists of the invitation has been reported to your mother. your mother informed your relatives about the news. your aunt, miss. mañalac and her daughters arrived at your mansion planning to stay untill the tea party is due. Miss. mañalacs daughter are named Maria, Elizabeth, and rose. Maria who is the eldest came to your room looking for you, while Elizabeth and rose were preparing their dresses. at that time. you were standing at the garden and Maria saw you gracefully holding a flower, Maria approached you and said, "Ohh Lenore. it is such a great honour to be invited by you to join the tea party which we weren't invited to." you looked at her and smiled while saying, "Ohh no don't mind it.. it is a doing for the family." Maria grabbed your hands tightly and said thank you. while walking back to the mansion you heard a loud sound, Maria immediately knew what caused the loud bang. Maria rushed to the halls leading to your room and there.. Sheena and Elizabeth were found guilty of burglary.. You shouted "what are you doing in my closet!!" both of the girls asked for forgiveness and walked away, While you were cleaning your closet you soon realised that your dress that was prepared for the tea party is ruined! You pulled the lace up from the dress and dropped in awe of what has happened, your dress that was sabotage by the mañalac sisters is ruined!! you came rushing to Elizabeth and slapped her with your fan, Elizabeth cried "what are you doing!!" you told her of what happened to the dress, Maria, your mother, Sheena and your aunt came to the room. Your mother stopped you from hurting Elizabeth, you shouted "but mother she has ruined my dress!!" your mother ignored your cries and cared much more for the bruise on Elizabeth's face, you cried loudly and headed to your room a day later and 1 day before the party, your maid. Beatrice, prepared a magnificent dress that was made especially for you, You hugged Beatrice and told her "thank you, ooh how wonderful" Beatrice was delighted by your reaction. Maria was peeping for the door leading to the hallways, she saw the magnificent dress Beatrice has prepared Infront of your eyes, Maria immediately informed your aunt about your dress, they were jealous and furious about the news, the mañalacs wanted to make you look unfitting so that you won't get much attention from the people. but it was too late to sabotage your dress. the very day of the tea party, You and your mother has traveled far to reach the royal castle, the mañalacs weren't very far from you and continued to enter the gates of the royal castle. a few hours later and introductions has been said, many of the men got their attention to you, But you have no interest in them for you believed that love is not what is seen but what is felt. You soon noticed a charming boy, a prince. it was like love at first sight. the prince invited you to walk around the castle, But then got bored very quickly so you both went to escape the night out and lives of being nobles, you dressed up as commoners and went to explore the town nearby, an old castle was Infront of the town you were in, the charming prince grabbed your hands and was headed for the abandoned castle, there you both noticed how beautiful the abandoned castle is. and there the story began. edit: sorry for my grammar, a.k.a my enlish

POV: I made my way down the aisle, tears slowly forming at the brim of my eyes. My eyes finally met his, tears filling his to. Only his glacé went to someone else, someone behind me. A beautiful angelic bride, her arm linked with her dads. A smile spread across her face, showing her adorable dimples. She was everything you could ever dream of. Her smile would light up even the darkest nights and her admirable laugh mesmerised everyone in the room. And there I was, tears streaming down my cheeks. Watching the love of my life, getting married to another. As his vows left his mouth pure love could be heard in his voice, it had always been her, he just never cared to tell me. All the beautiful loving moments we shared left his memory the moment he said "I do" But did they leave me, no. They were still roaming around in the back of my head. I was never his, but he would always be mine. The bench shifted beside me making me slowly look up from my lap. A beautiful young man had sit down beside me, tears streaming down his face too. I caught myself captivated by his beauty, the light from the windows glistened through his tears, lighting up his face. He sat there with a frown, watching the bride very carefully. He looked so heartbroken, I knew his pain. His face slowly turned to look at me, a dull expression coving his features. A soft snort escaped his throat as one of his blonde locks fell in front of his face. He could see my pain, just as I could see his. We knew what each other had been through, without even sharing a single word. We just felt it. "Don't cry" he whispered, catching a falling tear from my cheek. His eyes stayed locked with mine, never looking away for even a second. We had both been through pain, we had both lost someone we thought we could trust, someone we once had loved. Loud clapping Interrupted my thoughts, sending me out of my drowning trace. His eyes were still on mine, pure sadness covering his expression. I couldn't be here anymore, I had to go. I quickly got up from my seat and ran out the church, wind blowing in my hair. Footsteps could be heard from behind me, but I didn't stop running. I ran and ran, until my legs felt like giving out. The cold wind hit my skin, forming goosebumps on my bare arms. It felt as if everything was moving in slow motion, my feet hitting the warm grass, the tears rolling down my cold cheeks. I ran across the grass into a field filled with beautiful flowers, getting closer and closer to the ledge. I extended my arms slightly brushing every flower on my way. A laugh escaped my lips as a tear slowly rolled down my cheek. I suddenly felt a presence behind me, making me look back. There he was, the guy from the church, dried tears covering his red cheeks. I reached out and grabbed his hand, dragging him along with me. A bright smile spread across his face, as his hand locked with mine. The sun hit his face so perfectly making his skin a tint orange and his ocean eyes glisten. There we were, me in a light summer dress, and him in a black suit, running through a flower field. I didn’t even know his name, nor anything about him, but that didn’t matter. We related to each other, in many more ways than just one, and I knew that just by looking him in the eyes. His eyes showed all the emotions his actions couldn’t, just like mine. I looked back to see he wasn’t there anymore, I stopped running and looked around, but he was no where to be seen. My eyebrows furrowed as I let out a sigh, was he even here or was it just my imagination? 🖤🖤 Hope you like it

POV: Looking in the corner of the room, two very familiar eyes catch my eye. As my feet walk toward them, someone subtly touches my hand. Those eyes, black as a sea at night, like the sky covered with stars. I didn't think I would live this moment. Warm but pale hands wrap around me and lead me to the center of the room. The music starts to play and everything comes to life. It's just us, the two in love. I haven't seen you in a decade, and yet it doesn't seem to have changed you. Your bright hair, which shines like the sun in the purple sky, your smile that soothes any pain in my soul and your look. Your look that makes my blood boil in my veins. Everything was perfect. At least that's what we both thought. This was the night we were going to say goodbye. I never thought I would see you again, your voice always made me feel loved and your breath, which awakens my most beautiful memories lived together, warms my soul. As the enemies enter through the castle door, I sit in your arms crying with a sigh. The last moments spent together, I will never forget you. The door opens, the music stops. Only the rain is heard trying to wash away all our sins. My white dress is now getting wet and the two of us are looking at each other. Enemies stand in front of us with poisoned knives, threatening us with death. A moment has passed and I fall into your arms. My white dress is now immersed in red blood.

POV: You tentatively take a seat on the chair, its loud creaking echoing throughout the hollowness of what was once beautiful halls. The decrepit walls groan against the harsh winds outside, as if welcoming you back into its arms and sheltering you from the storm as it had done all those years ago. You look around and take a deep breath, and you swear..you swear you can still remember how the room smells, how the fireplace over by the now dilapidated grand staircase once brought warmth and security..and how many wonderful memories you've had in this very place, memories that you have treasured and held deeply in your heart. Your eyes land in front of you, and you smile as your frail hand slowly and shakily reaches out. You close your eyes as your fingertips finally land on the soft ivory keys of the piano, the black and white ridges reacquainting with calloused hand tenderly, as if it was their long lost lover. You slowly press the keys, the melody forming as you start to play the all too familiar tune. Your brows are furrowed now, and you hum in harmony as you play the piece you so once loved. This is it. You can almost feel it. A soft giggle gently accompanies the melody, and you have to keep yourself from smiling and turning around because that means you would have to stop playing. But the laugh is far too inviting, and your heart aches to hear more of it...and to see the very source of it. And so you turn around. And there, in front of you, stand a man and a woman, so close to each other as they sway gently to the music. The woman giggles again, the very sound filling up your heart, almost as if it wants to explode. Slowly, they turn around and look at you. The woman's warm brown eyes soften as she smiles at you, the same adoring look she gave you decades and decades ago. She holds out her hand to you. "Welcome home, my child.." And as you stand up and take a small step towards them, the music keeps playing; the melody still haunting, yet it slowly drifts away until you reach the two people you so longed to see again. This, is peace. Finally. (Sorry it's looong. It's 1am and I'm bored 😂)

my lover who exists in my mere dreams and i dancing to dark academia classics, running around holding hands, escaping reality, the hallways of ancient goth buildings witness us being alive and in love . . . . . . okay but fr when will i fall in love:/

Maybe I didn't get a chance to dance with you in this lifetime, but I shall find you when the sun goes down and the river flows to you in my next. No longer will I regret not ever finding my true soulmate. Would you give me the pleasure of walking with me into the afterlife?