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Joseph 💦 Y/n

Ahahaha... sorry for this-
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"Flower Dance"
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The solemn sounds of a piano had always relaxed his mind, though, it held dear to him each piece played in the past, such as Claire de Lune. However, that was not the only song he loved to hear. There was always one that he and his twin brother loved, and it was but the gentle tune of Flower Dance.

           He would remember your smile as you made the ballroom yours, waltzing with both him and Claude with pure joy on three of your faces. Three of you were young, youthful, as if the world wasn't as depressing as it was meant to be. It was then Claude got sick, that you hadn't been dancing. You held his hand, hoping that he would get better, but to no avail.

          It was then both of you had changed, and despite your beauty, you held a smile that looked sad. Joseph had become more alone, and yet the death of Claude Desaulnier had brought both of you together. Both of you would have tea, and read books, but most of all: Own the ballroom. You taught him to dance, and played the piano while his head lays on your shoulder, his white hair framing his face. He was beautiful, when he cries, when he smiles, when he talks: He was charming. Flower Dance was a song you would play a lot of times. It reminded you of a happy place filled with daisies and daffodils, a place with the three of you dancing on a flower garden. It was then both of you started to play it together, and your coordination had lead to something magical.

          You and Joseph stayed inseparable until Joseph and you were engaged. Sadly, however, weeks after that, it was your turn to be given a special treatment by Death, as you were diseased. You could no longer dance; bedridden. Joseph would visit you, solemn, and he would bring your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles while he gives a sad smile. "Cheer up," you said with a solemn smile just like his. "I believe that I am going to live. We'll become one, and I'm sure... Now don't cry..." Joseph chuckles as his tears fell. "Joseph, nooo..." You laughed as your tears came with.

          "You know, love." You whispered as  you were wedded in a hospital... not as grand as you wanted it to be, but you had no power to walk the aisle with your father, who loved seeing you happy with your man. "I wanted to be wedded in a cathedral, but this will do. After all, it never changed how this moment will forever remain in my memory. I loved you since the day you placed a flower crown on my head, and danced around the ballroom with me and Claude. I loved you since the day we started to talk again, and have tea time, almost everyday. Most of all, I love you until the end. Despite the saying, "Til death do us part," I'll be with you, in mind, heart, and soul." The family cheered. "My heart was always yours, even when you told us that you'll get married to- well both of us. Your words have never failed in warming my heart, just as your voice that tells me that everything will be okay. I will love you forevermore. I will love you, wholeheartedly, with body, heart, mind, and soul. I love you, my angel."

           "What beautiful music has lead me to this room," Aesop whispered, as he opened the door to the library. Before him, Joseph played the piano, a solemn smile on his face, despite his black and white color scheme. Aesop could feel the color of the room milden into soft pastel, as the flowers seem to brighten up in accordance to the music. He swore, he could see a figure hold the photographer close before disappearing.