Never Let Go Of Me | Corpse Bride x Male Reader

Chapter 30

But amidst the chaos, there was a strange serenity, a sense of inevitability that washed over me. I had made my choice, and now I would face the consequences. The world grew dimmer, the colors draining away until all that remained was the cold, blue light of the grave.

As we fell into the embrace of the earth, I felt my own life force being drawn out of me, siphoned away by the ravenous spirits that had been summoned by our desperate pact. My vision swam, and the line between reality and nightmare grew ever more blurred. I could feel the last vestiges of my humanity slipping away, replaced by a cold, inescapable darkness.

Emily's grip on my hand grew stronger, her eyes filled with a fierce determination that seemed to burn with the light of a thousand stars. "Hold on," she urged, her voice cutting through the din of the spirits. "We're almost there."

The ground gave way beneath us, and we plummeted into the abyss, the cold earth swallowing us whole. The pain was indescribable, a searing agony that seemed to strip away the very essence of my being. I could feel the spirits around us, their icy fingers reaching out to claim what was left of me, the warmth of life being ripped away in favor of the cold embrace of the grave.

But through the pain, there was something else, a flicker of warmth that grew with each passing moment. It was Emily, her spirit intertwining with mine, offering me a lifeline amidst the dark sea of despair. Our hearts pounded in unison, two lost souls bound together by a twisted fate. The coldness of death began to recede, replaced by a warmth that grew stronger with every beat.

We reached the bottom of the pit, the damp earth pressing against us like a lover's embrace. The spirits had gone quiet, their whispers a distant memory. Only the sound of our ragged breathing filled the void, our hearts a beacon in the darkness. With a final surge of energy, Emily pulled us out of the grave, her strength surprisingly steadfast despite her decayed state.

The world above had changed. The moon had set, leaving us in the cold embrace of night. The cemetery was a tableau of shadows and moonlit silhouettes, the graves a silent audience to our macabre wedding. The headstones leaned in, as if eager to hear the fate of the two lost souls who had dared to challenge the natural order.

Emily looked at me with eyes that gleamed with a strange mix of hope and sorrow. "The curse is broken," she whispered, her voice barely carrying through the stillness. "But we must leave this place, before the sun rises and seals us here forever."