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Two beings sat across from each other from a wooden dining table.
One lightly wrapped his long, thin, fingers around an empty wine glass, his thumb stroking the rim of it.
The other rested her head on her heel of her hand, the other tapping in a rhythm unknown to both.
The male stood up, still keeping the glass in his hand, and walked halfway to the woman.
Then he stopped, as if an invisible barrier separated them.
The man's hand wandered in the air, finally making a strange popping noise.
His glass was suddenly filled with wine, and which he quickly drank what was in it.
He sat back down, as he threw the glass behind him, causing it to shatter into small pieces.
The table suddenly shortened, bringing the two closer together.
His hand grasped onto the woman's chin, his fingers lightly petting her soft flesh.
His body was nothing more than a ragged skeleton, with bloody skin and tissue clinging desperately onto it.
Some of his hairs still protruded from his head, most of his body covered by a worn suit and cloak.
He was the very figure of death, and yet he wasn't.
The woman very well knew that she was going to encounter this man, or should I say creature, one day.
It was inevitable really.
A figure a peace and life, was always going to be visited by a shadow of death.
She was merely dressed in a white nightning gown, her long black hair contrasting to everything around her.
Her fingers lightly caressed his own.
There were no words shared between the two, yet they understood so much about each other.
They stared intently until the morning came.
One lightly wrapped his long, thin, fingers around an empty wine glass, his thumb stroking the rim of it.
The other rested her head on her heel of her hand, the other tapping in a rhythm unknown to both.
The male stood up, still keeping the glass in his hand, and walked halfway to the woman.
Then he stopped, as if an invisible barrier separated them.
The man's hand wandered in the air, finally making a strange popping noise.
His glass was suddenly filled with wine, and which he quickly drank what was in it.
He sat back down, as he threw the glass behind him, causing it to shatter into small pieces.
The table suddenly shortened, bringing the two closer together.
His hand grasped onto the woman's chin, his fingers lightly petting her soft flesh.
His body was nothing more than a ragged skeleton, with bloody skin and tissue clinging desperately onto it.
Some of his hairs still protruded from his head, most of his body covered by a worn suit and cloak.
He was the very figure of death, and yet he wasn't.
The woman very well knew that she was going to encounter this man, or should I say creature, one day.
It was inevitable really.
A figure a peace and life, was always going to be visited by a shadow of death.
She was merely dressed in a white nightning gown, her long black hair contrasting to everything around her.
Her fingers lightly caressed his own.
There were no words shared between the two, yet they understood so much about each other.
They stared intently until the morning came.
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Overall Vision Originality Technique ImpactI can already tell that there's some sort of romance in their lives. Very detailed and original, couldn't have done it better myself!! <img src="e.deviantart.net/emoticons/s/s…" width="15" height="15" alt="
" data-embed-type="emoticon" data-embed-id="391" title=" (Smile)"/> You're a very detailed writer!!So apparently I have to write a minimum of 100 words. So I have questions to ask!
1. Will this be continued? As a romance novel I think it stands a great chance!
2. Where did you get the inspiration for it?
3. Will you be including more characters if this is a continued story? (You don't have to answer this one if you said no to the first question!)
Overall, good job and keep sailing that ship!