Every year you visit the castle.
It was once a beautiful and grand place, but the war had taken its toll on it.
It was now in ruins.
Everybody questioned why you would visit, for there was nothing to see, but you had a secret.
You came to dance with the ghost of your lover who had been lost to the war.
Once a year, just as the sun would set, and it was only you for miles around, they would appear.
You would take their hand and silently walk through the ruins, stopping at what was once an elegant ballroom.
It was crumbling around you, and anything of value had been stolen.
But none of that mattered.
Only being with them was what mattered.
An invisible piano would begin to play, and you and the ghost of your lover would dance silently through the night without ceasing to stop.
They would disappear in the morning, leaving you alone, tears shining in your eyes, wishing they would come back, but they always did next year.
And you would never stop coming back to them.
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Collection Of Dark POVs. Vol. 1
Short Story''Darling, if your looks could kill, this ballroom would suffer a massacre,'' he mutters, the corners of his lips lifting. You smirk. ''Ah, but where's the fun in doing it that way.''
