2 am OneShots

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No idea what to call this but enjoy.

Isn't it ironic? Hand in hand like lovers yet they fail to fill the empty hole of loneliness plaguing each other's hearts.

It's sad. It's so sad. Two souls seeking comfort in one another but it's all false. Faking feeling to feel. Ignoring their ignorance to feel. Embracing to feel. Sharing each other to feel. Anything to feel.

Dance. The two dance under a moonlight so bright, carelessly laughing and enjoying, letting loneliness sink further into their minds. They twirl, they sing. All to fill the accomplishment of love.

The sun rises yet they don't see one another. Their eyes plastered to the screen of addiction, buried within mountains of containers and empty bottles. The clicking of a mouse, the fans of machinery. It echoes loudly within their minds.

Sunlight can only slither through the thick curtains used to retain a dark light. Her eyes scan the glowing rectangle so carefully, the relentless feeling of risk-taking consumes her, the constant feeling of losing everything to one blink. It fills the hole, so falsely gives her hope, gives her feeling.

Sunlight can only pierce through the thin curtains used to attempt a dark light. His ears listen so closely, the dealings of the future. The feeling of moving forward, the fear of being caught trembles his core, the feeling of escape drives him forward. It fills the hole, so falsely gives him light, gives him feeling.

They dance. They dance each other's songs for so long, trying to fit a rhythm not made for them. But who else do they have? Who else will fake the love they desire other than their partner? This dark cycle of loving to feel has entrapped them, they can't escape. So they won't try.

They are the same. The simple kinship of loneliness and trying to stop it brought them so close. Conjoining their harmonies, they dance. The steps of the dance were engraved into them as fate would want it, damming the two into further suffering. The inescapable hole of lies.

Empty declarations. The whispers of sweet words in their ears. Entangled in each other's limbs yet the feeling of loneliness never fades. But who are they to stop now? It's gone so far. So so far. The sunlight isn't visible anymore. Why has the world turned grey?

The sun should have risen. So where is the light? Both souls locked in their daytime cycle, their world crumbling. Oh, how they both long for the night, to attempt to fill the emptiness. The comfort they feel in each others arms. The soft breathing emitting from both as they fall into slumber.

Disappointment. Her luck ran out. The sound of her loss resonates in her mind. She could only play again. And again. And again. And again. Risk it all, see how far she could take it before she lost everything. The thrill of the risk, it terrified her, but it drew her every time, for the euphoria of winning, was similar to that of a drug.

Contemplation. His luck ran out. The sound of his real name being called out by his victim's voice resonates in his mind. He could only try again. And again. And again. And again. Keep trying, see how far he could get before the karma caught up. The threat of being found, it terrified him, but it enticed him further, for the euphoria of gaining profit from the foolish was similar to that of a drug.

The moonlight, the dance under it once again. The sounds of bliss, the comfort of each other as they dance out the parts needed to fulfill their performance. His arms around her waist. She was situated in the middle of his crossed legs. They watch the moon. Breathing in sync and they try, try their best to fill the hole. But it just gets deeper.

The words of acceptance they whisper to each other. They dug so far. So, so far. The roof they sit on together, their fingers intertwining as they watch. The ignorance of this fraudulent love finally seen, yet, who are they to stop? They've gone so far. Why end it here. Part ways never to see each other?

No.

If they part. It'll be till death forces them.

Isn't it ironic? Hand in hand like lovers, bare feet on the roof of a building. He takes her cheek in his and she places her hand over his, why is it now, now that death awaits them do they truly love in each others presence.

Death will not bring them apart.

It'll bring them together.

A united step and gravity does its job. They fall, their eyes locked and hand gripping so tightly as if either loosened a little the other would disappear.

How long had they been falling? How close were they to the bottom? Who knows. The overwhelming admiration and love they had for each other slowed time down. The gushing wind was loud, but they could still hear the whispers of the other. Their small declarations of love before death, their souls connecting as soon as they hit the ground.

A bloody mess. A dammed fate. Oh, how they fell. Maybe, just maybe. When they breathe again, their everlasting loneliness, made to follow them, it may just leave them be. It may let two cursed lovers have the empty space filled. The strength of that of the ties that connect their souls may lend its strength to let them live an enjoyable life.

What a pitiful pair. The price for staying together.

Loving, laughing, having fun under moonlit skies. Two ghosts dance happily as they await to be pulled into another life of suffering, retelling tales through their dance among the clouds, each step perfectly memorized like it's built-in.

Not able to escape the pitiless hole of their fates, they don't try. They embrace it, running in the night. Enjoying each others embrace like they have no tomorrow. Sleeping under the moon before they're separated, only to meet again.

A pitiful pair the two.

Dance, dance, dance. Dance you two.

Do what you know to do. Do all you know.

Looking behind me, the dances of other spirits fill my vision. The cursed lovers of the world dance to impress their fate, maybe to lessen the harshness of the next life.

A familiar person floats to me, they wrap their arms around my neck. With a sigh I place my hand on theirs and turn to face them, their forehead soundly placed on mine.

How pitiful we all are.

If only mercy knew the beauty of our efforts.

"My love, let's dance." They smile, slowly taking their arms away from my neck

I nod and get up, grabbed their hand, joining the countless in the sky.

"Mhm, let's..." I murmur, with a small smile.

Ah, I wonder, how long till we finally have our happy life together...

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That's it. Uh. Yeah goodnight.
0:47am

-Onyeux

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