Gothikana

by RuNyx

Her eyes stayed on the man she loved, watching his fingers dance over the keys in a way so familiar, his eyes closed, his body curved, his posture devoted to the music.

“The glass could have slit your wrist,” he said gruffly, his jaw clenching. Corvina gave him a little smile through the pain. “Then I would have died in your arms while coming, and what a beautiful death it would’ve been.”

“You should’ve known my motives could never be completely selfless. I am selfish, and I want everyone who looks at you knowing you belong to a very selfish man.”

“You’re the mountain I build my castle on, brick by brick,” she whispered to him, her eyes stinging. “You stand, I soar. You crack, I crumble.”

And now he couldn’t imagine going back to the melancholy again, to being an endless night without the stars, to being a lone mountain without a castle atop it.