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i often think my soulmate has died
i don’t feel love
i don’t think i ever will
i dream and fantasize about it
but that’s all it is
a fantasy
i’m rarely present on this planet
always in my head
in a dark dream world
alone with someone
a shadow figure
casted by candlelight
that moves sporadically
as if, their life would be blown out
with one breath
along with any faint light
this is who i believe to be
my soulmate
i would’ve been loved by now,
if they were still roaming the grounds i can feel
but they aren’t
and i can’t
a part of them must stay with me now
taunting me
reminding me that they are only
a shadow
with no face or name
living through every candle i light,
that warmth is the only thing i can feel
my cheeks turn cherry,
skin clammy and warm
eyes teary from smoke
fingertips blistered and burnt,
the way a flame does things to me
no being ever could.
maybe when i was given life, my soul forgot to spilt into two
or maybe it did…
but, was so comfortable staying a shadow
only showing itself
when it knew i wanted it to appear
so, every night i burn a candle
until it dies out on its own
and every night, it leaves me.
part of me hopes that maybe,
i will light my last candle
and my second soul will fly up,
shadows will dance around the cold sky
and the wind
will transfer the light
into another being,
one that was soulless,
now filled with my love
and i will carry a candle
waiting for it to be lit,
by my soulmate.
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“It’s only one dance.” That’s what Caligo had told himself. If his father thought this could be the way to bridge the gap between the two kingdoms, then by all means he would do his part. It didn’t mean he’d like it though.
Except he did. And it was their third dance that evening.
What had gotten into him?
She had. This deranged princess had crawled under his skin with her sharp red nails and carved her name into his soul. What a way to go.
Her pupils were constricted despite the low light that enfolded the room. Not a trace of humanity was found in them. The only thing emanating from her was a hatred that burned brighter and more dangerous as the dances went on.
There are two feelings that breed curiosity; love and hate. And he couldn’t say he hated her. Why did she keep dancing with him? Where was the dagger hidden? And would he be able to stay alive when the thought of dying by her hands was tempting him beyond all reason?
“Wait a little longer.” he whispered, pulling her closer to him. “Not yet. I haven’t loved you like I want to.”
He hadn’t expected compliance, but she softened her step and looked him in the eye. Her hand trailed from his shoulder to his chest. She tapped her fingers lightly above his heart, circling it. “Revenge can be patient.” Her voice was soft and sweet, melodic, dripping with honey. In a moment, he began to wonder how he had hated her, feared her even.
For, how can a madman not love insanity when it stands before him in the shape of a woman.
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I sat there with a drink in my hand...watching my best friend dance with her partner with a smile on my face. She seemed very happy... And I loved watching her smile.
I shifted my gaze to the man that sat at the other end of hall. The man I despised with all my heart. Or so I hoped. He looked wonderful as always. With a suit as black as his hair with golden linings. He wore his dashing smile that showcased his dimples. Every woman that looked at him would turn red.
I hated him. At least I thought I did. These past few weeks that I spend with him made me realize that he wasn't the cocky,mean and cruel prince I thought he was. I naturally hated him as he was the prince of the enemy kingdom. But then father put forward an alliance. He came to the castle very often after that.
He always iritated me. And he enjoyed it. I enjoyed bickering with him too. But then I realised that he was actually a very caring and sweet man. He cared for his people.
He is just beautiful. In every way a person can be beautiful. I suddenly became aware of the thoughts in my head and told myself to shut up.
I turned to look at him again but he had dissapeared.
"You look stunning princess."
His deep voice sent shivers down my spine. I turned to see my enemy with that sly smile of his plastered on his face.
"What do I owe this displeasure, your highness?" I said disguising myself with a confident tone.
He put his hand over his chest and said "ouch,that hurt. I sometimes forget that underneath this gorgeous woman is a bratty princess"
I chuckled and said "I'll take that as a compliment"
He smiled and held out his hand "May I,the handsome displeasure have this dance?"
"Why,yes you may" I heard myself answer. What was I doing. My enemy,my nemesis,my rival. The man that I once dispised with my whole heart was now dragging me to the dance floor. The worst part was that,
I did not hate it one bit.
Before I could even process what was happening, he grabbed me by my waist and pulled me close. I almost let out a gasp. But I was too stubborn to let him know how much of a nervous wreck I was by his touch.
I could not believe myself. I the princess, I the brave warrior who had fought so many battles and had won almost every one of them. I the brave woman who feared no one. Was trying to slow down her heart beating at the sight of this man.
He and I waltzed around the ballroom and it was obvious that every single person in the room were staring at us. I cannot imagine how histerical the sight must've been...
The princess and the prince of the enemy kingdom dancing together. But we didn't care. None of it mattered. At that moment, it was just the two of us and our racing hearts.
" Did I mention you look stunning?cuz you do."
"Careful your highness, two compliments in a row. We might just become friends."
He chuckled and said "Oh we could never be friends. Trust me, I've tried to see you as a friend."
"It didn't work,did it?" I said smiling at the memory of our constant banters.
"I thought it did. But with the way my heart races when I look at you, I'm sure as hell that it will never work"
I tried to calm myself down after I heard those words. My heart was beating so fast that I almost choked. I tried not to make it obvious how much of an impact his words made on me.
I looked into his deep brown eyes and my efforts seemed to go to waste. I was staring for far too long. I couldn't help it. He was so beautiful.
"Careful princess, if you keep looking at me like that, you might just fall in love" He said smirking.
I scoffed and said "In your dreams prince"
"We'll see about that."
He dipped me against floor and as I straightened and looked at his sweet face once again,I realised that I was in fact falling for him.
I was hopelessly falling in love with this man. And that scared me.
But oh, I didn't care one bit...I smiled as we stayed with each other in our arms.
And the world somehow seemed to have stopped.....
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(A short story (scene) for you guys to read if you have nothing to do)
My chest burned. My hatred for him lived like wildfire throughout me. I hated him so, that I had initially forgotten the particular reason why I had.
He took my hand in his, and I gritted my teeth. I should’ve never accepted to dance with him, though what else could’ve I done? Many eyes were on me, on us. Perhaps appearance was why I had said yes.
It was just us two on the dance floor. I felt uneasy from the chatter, the whispers. It felt as though each person was commenting how lousy of a dancer I was, how a pin in my hair was misplaced. Or perhaps how my shoes were untidy for such an occasion.
His hand held on the small of my back and I felt him pull. “You’re alright, y/n.” I shivered and pulled away
“Don’t do that.”
“Do what?” He grinned. I rolled my eyes. After a moment his gaze softened. “You know you’re the prettiest woman in here? Don’t think so harshly of yourself.”
“I’m not.”
He ignored. “But you are. Just squeeze my hand if it becomes too much. I’ll take you somewhere. Anywhere but here. If that’s what you want.”
I angrily looked away. Only then I realized, I hated him for all the wrong reasons. I hated the way he looked at me. I hated the way my body reacted when he touched me. I hated his stupid smile and his stupid attitude.
“I hate you.”
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Dance with the prince, Owen had asked me, distract him for a while until he and the others can get past the shielded room and take what we need.
So I did.
I walked up to him and whispered in his ears, I was close enough for my shoulder to rest on his chest for a moment and I instantly knew it was a mistake.
“Will you dance with me, Prince Killian?”
His voice came rough, but his face remained calm as he gazed at me with suspect “I am no dancer.”
“Humor me.” I smiled and took his hand in mine before he could walk away. His eyes were ones of a predator, following my every move with a strange hunger, I held his fingers with mine, unable to fully embrace his hand. and as if he suspected something was off, he glanced around, Owen nowhere to be seen.
“Princess-“ he tried to reject and I quickly led him to the dance floor where the light of the stars reflected in a symphony as equally beautiful as the music being played in the air by some magic spell I had yet to learn.
He grabbed my hand tighter and turned me towards his arms, his finger slid down my spine as a single drop of cold rain until he settled his palm on my lower back. His other hand slightly lifted up with my own.
I hoped he could not hear the increasing beat of my heart as I put my hand on his shoulder, the feel of the leather was less distracting, unlike his skin on mine.
His lips twisted into a cruel smile that created thunder in my soul. “I am offended by how you think you can fool me princess.” He pulled me towards him closing the distance between our bodies, then tourned us around the marble floor.
“I don’t know what you are talking about.” I managed to say, trying to focus on our steps and stay composed but as soon as his fingers traced circles and lines on my bare back, I gasped, the light of the stars and the music and murmuring of the party all blurred into a forgotten fog.
His face remained neutral, but I could see the amusement in his coal noble eyes. “I will pay for this dance a great price.” He leaned in to whisper, his breath warm on my neck “The sword is not in my room” he smirked.
I tried to turn and warn Owen, but his hands were still holding me tight. There was something of quiet desperation as he softened his grip and said “One more dance, princess, and I will hand you the sword myself."
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I don't know whether hate and love can be merged into one, but what I remember is that love was love from the start and forever in love there is no hatred or revenge, there is only a feeling of mutual understanding and understanding, forgiveness and always forgiving without stopping, despite the stupid label of other people are installed in our heads, love from the first and last sight will never be an enemy, never at all
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