Drowning in love, give me the last dance, dear...

Thank you for giving me the last dance

I'm dying while you're crying,
trying to get it all back.
But my time is up,
the last hour has come.
I've lived a nice life, seen a lot, done a lot.
I met you, accidentally falling in love!
You were my happiness and the sun.
You made me feel loved, needed and dear.
But I'm sorry, my dear.
This has already come to an end...

***

Our love began too casually and even a little ridiculous to describe it in any other way. And why, if it was the happiest moment in our lives? And now, I can remember how it all started.

Then I was just looking for another entertainment to dispel the unbearable boredom, gradually driving me crazy again, that she had already become a welcome guest in my monotonous life, when I unexpectedly stumbled upon your interview.

You awkwardly and with some fear told everyone about your dream and the project "Hotel of Happiness", about the redemption of sinners and their imminent entry directly into Heaven. You were beaming with joy when you talked about it, as if you knew in advance that your dream would come true and show itself in all its glory.

It seemed to me terribly funny and extremely ridiculous, which, I admit, was not the first time, since I had seen a lot of something like this through a lot and it always ended in failure.

I also did not understand at all why the Princess of Hell herself thinks about this and cherishes naive dreams for a better future for sinners serving their punishment for all sins here. But, I confess, this is how I found entertainment and a cure for unbearable boredom.

***

At first, you were very much afraid of me and tried to avoid me, not even catching my eye somehow. You tried to say hello quickly and walk away, just not to see me.

It was funny, because you realized that you were stronger than me, but you couldn't show it, accepting a mute defeat in all this. Ah, it was so disappointing, but also amusing. You are stronger and more powerful, but you are terribly afraid of me - a simple sinner with the status of overlord.

But, very unexpectedly, then you got used to my company too quickly and started trying to establish communication. You were trying to have some conversation that didn't involve work or just trying to find out something about me.

At first I resisted it, because no one had dared to do this before, not wanting to end their worthless existence with such a miserable death from excessive curiosity, not restrained by its owner, but over time I got used to it.

You enjoyed every conversation we had, every minute, maybe even a moment that you spent with me. You even allowed yourself to touch and hug me emotionally.

It is also worth noting that your random touches, reproduced on emotions, were extremely disgusting to me for a long time, but then it started for me... Like.

Over time, I began to feel truly alive and needed next to you, and not as it was in the ranks of overlords, where you are for others only a thing that has achieved this status.

With you, Charlotte, I didn't have to pretend to be someone else, I could be myself. I liked spending time with you more and more, and at first I was afraid of it.

With you, I wasn't a robot without emotions, with you, I was a living person. Forgetting the fact that I haven't been him for a long time.

You have become my little, bright ray of sunshine in the pitch darkness of Hell, which has darkened my life for a long time, attributing to it only all sorts of shades of scarlet, which is sinful blood.

Gradually I realized that I was in love with you.

I hid it for a long time, not wanting to get a refusal that would destroy everything, until you yourself confessed your love to me on the roof of the hotel under the night sky. I, feeling relief and lightness, gladly reciprocated you and your eyes then sparkled with joy brighter than many stars.

We started meeting secretly, but then, on your initiative, we revealed this secret to the hotel staff.

The guys took this news with great joy and congratulations in our direction, from which we were both confused and somewhat discouraged by the carefree reaction.

We were together for a whole year. And this year I felt the happiest.

One day - the one-year anniversary of our relationship - I took you to the roof and we danced there, remembering how it all started on this roof under the night sky.

But, unfortunately, we didn't dance for long.

Glancing in the direction of the strange aura, I noticed a Fighter aiming a spear at you. But he couldn't kill you, although apparently he really wanted to, I managed to turn you around in time and push you away.

Instead of you, the spear pierced me.

I immediately felt a burning pain and the fact that I was gradually losing all my strength, as if they were being drained out of me by something unknown, but apparently it was necessary.

I sincerely smiled at you with the last of my strength and said:

- Tha... Thank you, Charlie, for giving me my last dance... I love... I love you... m... My ray...

Then I only felt my legs give way, forcing me to start falling on the cold surface of the roof, and the last thing I heard was your cry of despair. And then - nothing...

I didn't hear you cry, but I know you were crying. I love you, Charlie.

And if I ever get reborn, I will definitely find you and make you the happiest.

But that's not possible right now. We have to wait, but what if it happens?

I hope you'll be looking forward to it.

My dear Charlotte...