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Idk what this is

I felt my body begin to weaken as I straightened myself and looked her directly in her eyes, holding out my palm.

“Would you entertain one last dance with me, my sweet Rosalyne?”

My breathing was slow and steady, confidence overflowing me despite the circumstances. I would not let her know how weak I truly was. 

Her eyes betrayed no emotion, her blade hanging loosely in her hand. The freshly spewn blood on its otherwise clean and pristine surface seemed to reflect brightly underneath the bright ballroom lights. She was a paragon of calmness that stood before me. 

The blade clattered to the floor as she stepped closer, accepting my inviting hand. She paid it no mind, her eyes focusing solely on me, seemingly analytical. 

I pulled her closer and soon we fell into a familiar pattern, our steps in sync, the silence heavy. Usually she’d always have this sort of… serene grace about her, a faint smile, a hint of amusement in her eyes. She’d look at me, a mix of quiet happiness and… something else. I’d never been able to put my finger on it. But now, all of the warmth she exuded was gone, replaced by a strange sense of unfamiliarity. The silence that was once comfortable and welcoming felt cold and distant. Yet she still danced with me, like we had done countless times before. 

The room seemed to sway underneath my feet and the lights seemed almost too bright. The slightest touch of her dress felt foreign and prickly against my skin. I felt as if in a trance, as if nothing were real. I felt slightly numb all over, the only thing stopping me from falling completely into this dreamlike state being her hands.

Her soft hands. Her soft and perfect hands. Those hands could do no wrong, I was sure of it. If you told me those hands had ravaged entire nations I would never believe you. I had the utmost reverence for those hands… not just her hands I would say…

Our dance continued, and my dreamlike state along with it. I tried to stay in the moment but oh! How hard it was. I felt as if I could be lulled to sleep during this dance and I would be content. But I had to remain strong, I wouldn’t dare show a moment of weakness in front of her. 

And so even though I felt as if it was all too much I continued with the dance I proposed to her, my feet and breath falsely steady. My eyes never left her, searching her face for any hint of emotion. 

There was none. 

Her face was truly a blank and neutral slate, her eyes watching me as well. 

I felt oddly vulnerable underneath her gaze, like I was baring my soul to her. She could see everything and was all-knowing.

 But I knew that wasn’t true. Just… being in her presence made me feel odd things.

We floated through the ballroom and I could feel my breathing beginning to shallow, my steps becoming more and more unsteady as time inched forward. But I couldn’t- no I wouldn’t, show weakness in front of her… I would… I would keep going on steady, I had no intention of letting this wondrous dream end-

I collapsed. 

My knees weakened and I collapsed onto her. I clutched her with the strength of a new-born kitten, inhaling shaky breaths. She said nothing as this transpired, merely watching with that emotionless gaze. I was shaking slightly and the world seemed more intense than it did earlier…

After an agonizing few moments I still felt extremely weak but I feigned that I was strong enough to push away when-

She took me in her arms and held me. I looked up in her eyes and felt lost in them… she was so… perfect. My pain and suffering and everything was meaningless compared to this moment, I never wanted it to end. I felt as if I was a deer caught in the headlights, I couldn’t quite place my finger on what I felt at that moment.

Her eyes softened. To the outside observed she looked cruel and uncaring as I bled out in her arms, my bright red blood staining her lovely white dress. But to me… she looked ethereal, an angel looking down upon a tragedy. 

She brought me closer and hugged me, the blood staining even more. For once she didn’t seem to care about cleanliness. 

My breathing was now only coming every few seconds, quite ragged. If I was standing I would have surely collapsed once more.

She lowered us both downwards towards the floor until she was sitting upon it, her dress spreading out around her, and me in her arms like a fragile doll. I shakily took a blood-stained hand and put on her face, my expression remorseful.

“I’m… so sorry my sweet… I hope you can forgive me..”

Her expression was unreadable once more, and she watched me.

“Won’t you… say something for me?”

She looked slightly remorseful but still she kept her lips sealed… those lovely lips of her…

Finally, finally, I felt my strength fading away as the lights seemed to dim around me, my vision darkening… I looked up at her one last time… debating what I would say… what would my final words to her… her… be…

My eyelids felt heavy. Surely a short rest wouldn’t hurt… right?

THIS IS LOWKEY CRINGE LMAO IDK WHY I WROTE THIS

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