Duke of Vaults Short story i did with a prompt creator

IDK what this is

Sophia Nicholls had always loved quiet Castle with its troubled, terrible Trees. It was a place where she felt stressed.

She was a spiteful, controlling, whiskey drinker with pink lips and fragile abs. Her friends saw her as a wild, weary writer. Once, she had even helped a victorious disabled person cross the road. That's the sort of woman he was.

Sophia walked over to the window and reflected on her deserted surroundings. The drizzle rained like bouncing dogs.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Duke Vaults. Duke was an understanding patient with dirty lips and sticky abs.

Sophia gulped. She was not prepared for Duke.

As Sophia stepped outside and Duke came closer, she could see the early glint in his eye.

Duke gazed with the affection of 1116 wild hot horses. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want Love."

Sophia looked back, even more, stable and still fingering the bendy torch. "Duke, I love you with all of my heart but I don't think we can do this anymore," she replied.

They looked at each other with ambivalent feelings, like two kinds, knobby kittens singing at a very splendid snowstorm, which had orchestral music playing in the background and two tight-fisted uncles dancing to the beat.

Sophia studied Duke's dirty lips and sticky abs. Eventually, she took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," began Sophia in apologetic tones, "but I don't feel the same way, and I never will. I just don't love you, Duke."

Duke looked delighted, his emotions raw like a bad, burnt blade.

Sophia could actually hear Duke's emotions shatter into 9174 pieces. Then the understanding patient hurried away into the distance.

Not even a glass of whiskey would calm Sophia's nerves tonight.

THE END