(Art by me. Suit can be any color you want, I just thought making it grey would be boring.)
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It was visceral and burning pain, agonizingly intense... inescapable. (Y/n) could practically feel the very moment Erik had pierced his heart.
The (h/c)'s body shuddered in protest, thick blood warm against his skin as it soaked into his shirt. Cold fingers gently stroked his cheek.
"It's ok. This will be over soon."
(Y/n) tensed as the knife dug in deeper, shoving painfully past his ribs.
So... that's it, then?
In his final moments, (Y/n)'s thoughts turned to John. What would happen to his friend now? Even if they hadn't wanted to be married... without (Y/n), would he now be doomed to live out the rest of his days in a filthy poorhouse?
The thought made his insides twist with discomfort.
He will probably never know what happened to me... and then he'll believe that I left him to rot.
"Well... are you happy?"
Erik didn't respond, but the smile on his face said it all.
Lula was right. You're disgusting.
A final wish made itself known in the unbeating void of his pierced heart just as the darkness began closing in.
I want John to live a happy life.
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The wedding was bland and boring. Lula had insisted that she be the one to decorate, and everything was white or grey.
The only color in the entire church was the bouquet of purple foxgloves she held.
John was barely present through the whole ceremony, and even the cake was strangely bitter upon his tounge. The wine didn't taste much better.
It was hard to swallow the feelings he still held for (Y/n). Pretending to not be in love was much easier than pretending to be happy. He didn't want to hurt Lula's feelings...
"A toast!"
Green eyes peered at him from across the table, wine glass raised.
"To our future."
John silently clinked his glass against everyone else's. It was pleasantly warm on the way down.
He never even questioned the headache or drowsiness he felt shortly after.
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(Y/n) was expressionless as Erik dragged him around the underworld some more, going into much more depth about everything.
The (h/c) wasn't really listening. His mind was disturbingly blank...
He'd never forgive Erik.
Never.
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Corpse Groom
General Fiction(I'm an author on Wattpad, if you are reading this on a different website it is stolen) Darkness comes for us all at some point in our lives. "My dreams were taken from me. 𝙉𝙤𝙬 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙙𝙤 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙄 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙘𝙤...
