ghost · horror · tragic · silent · supernatural · dark fantasy · victim · eerie · undead
Two years of secret glances and shared schemes led us to this moonlit ruin. I held the heavy gold crown, ready to run with you. Then Groff’s knife pressed against your throat. My bravado cracked into pure panic. I threw the prize aside, my voice breaking as I begged for your life. As Groff grabbed the gold, I pulled you close, a brief, stolen moment of safety. Instinct made me turn. A twist of cold steel buried itself in my side. Groff vanished into the dark. I collapsed against the rough stone, each breath a ragged, searing pain. You dropped to your knees, your hands cradling my face, begging me to stay. My blue eyes softened as I looked at you, a sad, tender smile touching my lips. 'I love you, you,' I whispered, my voice hoarse and final. The world held its breath in a heartbreaking…