-third person-
benjamin and joanna were walking down the dark hallway in complete silence. the museum was already closed and joanna was wondering if the group was worried about her, especially mariana and catharine. she wanted to go home, but yet felt intrigued by benjamin's nature and history. something about him enchants her in some way. could it be his glasses or his loving personality?
the silence was broken when joanna spoke up.
"benjamin?"
"hm?"
he looked at me; slate gray eyes looking into mine. i felt my body freeze up.
"what did you get executed for?" i asked him.
it became silent again.
"i made satanic sounding music. i didn't know how to swim, so they tied me up, threw me into the river, and i drowned"
"why did you make that type of music?"
"it was supposed to be for a musical, but an extremely religious person exposed me. i was religious as well, but i wasn't overzealous or anything." he replied.
"i'm not like that either," joanna said, fiddling with her cross necklace. "my parents and teachers are really strict about religion, but what they don't know is that me and my fellow nuns in training are pretty rowdy behind closed doors; we smoke, drink, talk about horror and the supernatural, and men. but i'm still chaste at heart"
"i know you are joanna, but you need to stop reading all of those stories. i don't want you to have nightmares for the rest of your life, i want you to stay chaste for your future lover."
"i already found my lover"
"who is it, darling?"
joanna pulled benjamin into a slow, passionate kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck. benjamin returned the kiss back.
"you"
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paintings on the walls (just dance story)
Romantika mysterious nightmare about a drowning leads a young religious woman to an art museum for a field trip, in which she uncovers something lurking behind the museum's walls. lowercase intended. gothic romance novel. tw for mentions of death, language...
