-joanna-
benjamin's lips tasted like red wine as i continued to kiss him, despite him being a dead painting. i pulled away from him, looking deep into his slate gray eyes, which were filled with shock and wonder; they felt like they were piercing right through my body. i stepped back, clutching my hands together behind my back.
"sorry."
"what are you sorry about, joanna?" benjamin asked me.
i looked down at my shoes. "i'm just sorry; about reading about you and your friends' death, having those nightmares, and overall making myself a paranoid mess. i'm sorry."
"you promise me you'll never do that again, right?"
"yes, benjamin, but i would like to stay with you because your backstory was tragic."
"how can you stay with me? i'm just a painting on the wall." replied benjamin, taking my hand into his.
"no, you're more than a painting."
a single tear fell down on benjamin's face as he attached his lips onto mine, kissing me softly. he held me close to his chest, slowly feeling a heartbeat rise up inside his heart.
"i love you, joanna."
"i love you too, benjamin. i'll find a way to stay with you, forever."
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paintings on the walls (just dance story)
Romancea 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...
