His hand firmly wrapped around her waist, hers around his neck. Their other unoccupied hands were clasped, holding onto each other for dear life as if one would disappear the second they'd let go.
Their feet matched the beat of the instruments that filled the hall. Their ears drowned in each other's light footsteps that synchronously danced together.
All gazes were on them. They were the main focus. Surrounding audiences could not help but be in awe of the partners dancing in perfect rhythm.
Her dress fluttered and bloomed as if she were a flower, and he, who guided this flower in doing so, only made her beauty even more unmatched.
The song soon came to a slow end, but their hands that seemed as if they were inseparable remained clasped.
A sudden voice shouts, "What are you doing?"
She releases her grip from her partner's hand and turns her head to see her friend with her arms crossed, standing at the entrance of the abandoned ballroom. Abandoned ballroom?
Adelaide, the girl who was just magnificently dancing with the man in a room filled with an audience of hundreds of people, was suddenly standing alone in the middle of an abandoned ballroom that hasn't been touched for hundreds of years.
"Adelaide! Snap out of it, let's go!" Her friend shouts once again. The girl, still slightly confused, nods and follows behind her friend.
Just before leaving the enchanted room of the abandoned castle, she hears a whisper in her ear,
"Until our next dance, my love."
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short stories
Historical FictionShort stories that I've written of while listening to dark academia music. Most will generally take place in the older times, possibly around the 1800s, whichever date you see fit is fine, let your imaginations roam. I will also link the video that...
