Listen to SLOW DANCING IN THE DARK by Joji.
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I walked through the eerie and abandoned halls: intoxicated, broken,
Lost.
I was losing my vision - I couldn't see anything past arms reach.
My heart was pounding so aggressively that each beat got me closer to the ground. I was stumbling and tripping over my own feet, but at least it was just me.
No one was here.
So I screamed at the top of my lungs in the middle of the hallway. I screamed for my pain, my sufferings,
For my love.
I screamed so loud to the point my throat burned with fire; to the point that I had to kneel because all my strength went into my cry.
When I finally stopped, I let my shoulders slouch and tilted my head towards the ceiling. I saw darkness - and nothing but darkness.
But I mean, what did I expect? It was so late.
However, I knew the house was wrecked. I remember punching walls, throwing bottles, and scattering all my belongings on the floors of each room - all except for the master bedroom.
Suddenly, my eyes started to burn and each tear stung my raw face.
There was an emptiness in my chest - an emptiness that keeps on eating at me. An emptiness that is growing out of control.
My arms and legs felt so numb. I tried to move my head to look around, but I just couldn't.
"Dabin?"
I kept my eyes glued to the ceiling and I did not dare to answer that whisper.
"Yeonwoo, please answer me."
My tears began to fall furiously and I couldn't hold back. I failed to hold in my cries and my sobbing, but I didn't dare to look at her.
Just then, I felt her hand gently caress my shoulder and I froze. It was too familiar, too genuine, too loving.
When she moved herself to kneel down right in front of me, my heart stopped. She glowed and radiated warmth and home. Her long, chocolate hair had been beautifully waved while framing her angelic face. She wore a white dress from what I could see, and it matched her milky complexion.
This can't be real.
"N-Nanc-cy?" I whispered.
This really can't be real.
She flashed me that million dollar smile and placed both of her hands on my cheeks, wiping my tears with the pads of her thumbs.
I felt embarrassed - she looked so clean, so proper, so perfect.
While I'm covered in filth, cuts, and bruises.
"Baby, please," she says as she continues to wipe my tears away, "don't cry. I'm right here."
I cautiously moved one of my hands to my face to make sure I wasn't dreaming and it was met with her smooth and soft hand. I took my time and grazed my fingers along each of her own to make sure they were hers.
"Nancy," I whispered and began moving my hands to her shoulders, sliding down to her waist, and finally moving back to her face.
At this gesture, she closed her eyes and leaned into my touch.
I felt her warmth.
I wasn't dreaming.
"It is you," I whispered and she flashes me a genuine smile that reaches her eyes.
This time, the tears falling on my face were for her - happiness, gratefulness, and relief.
She then gracefully stands up and takes my hands with such elegance and lifts me up so I stood in front of her.
My eyes never left hers - I couldn't lose them again.
Nancy turns around while keeping a hold of one of my hands and leads me to an empty room - one with boxes we've still yet to unpack.
The only room untouched.
The only light that was present was the moonlight through the large windows that framed one wall.
The moonlight reflected off of Nancy's figure and she looked unbelievably beautiful - it took my breath away.
Nancy literally glowed.
She led me to the middle of the room smiled at me.
The pain that I once felt disappeared with each second I spent with her.
I couldn't let go of her.
So I hugged her with all that I am.
And she immediately wraps her arms even tighter around my waist.
"Please don't leave me ever again," I plead.
"Never."
When she pulls back, she brings her hand to caress my cheek and I nuzzled into her touch. I closed my eyes to embrace this feeling - to never forget it.
I took my time to open my heavy lids to see her watching me with such content.
Slowly, I felt her arm that was around my waist move up to wrap around my neck as the other arm did and she looks down to my lips.
"I love you, Yeonwoo. I love you so much."
This was the first time she ever said that first. I was always the one who initiated our "I love you's".
"I love you too, Nancy."
So much that I will do anything for you.
And gently, she presses her lips against mine.
Every kiss was electrifying; she expertly led my lips in a dance and there was nothing more in those kisses other than love.
Her hands travelled up to play with my hair and she smiles into the kiss.
It was all too familiar.
"I love you," she whispered with each break in our kiss.
I just wanted this moment to last forever.
My heart was pounding like a mad man, in and out of my chest, and when we pulled apart, she placed her hand over my heart and laughs.
Please laugh some more.
I didn't say much because I wanted tonight to be about her. I have waited such a long time to see her again and it was finally here.
This couldn't be real.
She noticed my silence and that was when her smile dropped into a sad one. Her eyes became glossy but she did not shed a tear.
Instead, she held me and we gently swayed side to side as she reciprocated my silence.
It was deafening.
Her face was nuzzled into the crotch of my neck and I felt each breath.
But the warmth was starting to disappear with each minute.
For some reason,
I felt at peace.
Eventually, the both of us kneeled in the middle of the room, just holding onto each other.
Until she vanished.
I couldn't breath anymore and collapsed on the floor.
I felt numb but
Satisfied.
I felt whole again.
Just then, I heard the doors at the front of the house break open, followed by screaming.
Running,
Crying.
But everything was fading.
I was losing my vision.
I couldn't see anything past arms reach.
But it didn't faze me.
I saw figures running in, kneeling by my head.
I couldn't move.
"Yeonwoo, please stay with us." Panic.
"Someone call 911 right now." Urgency.
"You'll be alright Yeonwoo, stay with me." Hope.
"Hyebin, keep her head up." Care.
"FUCK Jooe I'm trying." Frustration.
"PLEASE COME QUICK, WE DON'T KNOW HOW LONG SHE'S BEEN LIKE THIS." Worry.
"Daisy, don't cry. Please don't..." sobbing.
"FUCK OFF JANE, YEONWOO YOU BITCH, STAY AWAKE."
Crying.
Everyone was crying.
But beyond the figures, I saw Nancy smiling.
All in white, glowing and radiating warmth.
I needed to feel that again.
I'm getting cold.
"NANCY WOULDN'T WANT THIS. YEONWOO, PLEASE DON'T GO."
"We'll never forgive you, you idiot," Hyebin whispers. I felt her tears on my face, but I still couldn't move.
I'm so sorry Hyebin. I'm sorry Daisy, Jooe, Jane, Ahin, Taeha, Nayun.
I'm truly sorry.
But I need her.
Nancy.
The voices faded, and I felt lighter - so slowly, I began to stand.
No one other than Nancy seemed to notice.
She waited for me by the door and stuck her hand out with that smile.
The smile that she wears when she wants to go somewhere.
So I took her hand and we walked through the empty hallway.
Together.
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Hey guys. This is my first one-shot book and I definitely plan on writing a lot in this one.
However, these stories are going to be published probably at very random times when I just feel inspired to write something new, something different.
Post in the comments what genres you'd like to read!
Looking forward to the next,
- S.A