- STORY 1 :
ASHES AND VELVET
INTRO :
Some loves are born in sunlight bright, gentle, meant to heal.
But ours was shaped from ruin and midnight, where only shadows dared to breathe.
He (MICHELLE) was Death itself ancient, patient, untouched by sorrow.
Yet in the softness of a mortal heart, he found the one thing he could never claim without losing himself: love.
And she (MARIE), fragile and fierce, chose the dark knowing it would consume her.
A hug that stole her warmth. A touch that pulled her beyond life.
Together, they became the wound eternity could not close.
For even death can love and sometimes, love can unmake the darkness itself.
“Even the end can fall in love.”
“To love death is to vanish… yet be remembered by the darkness itself.”
“She loved death, knowing it would unmake her and he loved her, knowing it would break him too.”
PART 1
MARIE met MICHELLE on a night so black the moon itself seemed afraid to rise.
The rain had stopped hours ago, leaving only wet stone streets glimmering under broken streetlamps.
MARIE should’ve been afraid but when she saw MICHELLE standing at the end of the alley, leaning against the wall like a shadow with a heartbeat, fear never came.
MICHELLE eyes were the first thing MARIE noticed: cold and sharp, but burning from within like dying embers under a blanket of ash.
MICHELLE didn’t smile when MARIE stopped in front of him, breathless, trembling, yet drawn to him as if by invisible chains.
“You shouldn’t be here,” MICHELLE said, voice deep, tinged with something dangerous.
“Neither should you,” MARIE whispered back, surprising even herself.
Something passed between them a promise, or maybe a curse.
They met again. And again. In places the living rarely walked: abandoned churches, empty graveyards, rooftops slick with rain. Each time, MICHELLE drew closer, until his breath brushed her skin like the cold kiss of midnight wind.
MARIE asked him once why he always wore black.
“Because love,” MICHELLE answered, “was born in darkness. And that’s where it always ends.”
Still, MARIE couldn’t stay away. Her heart had long stopped listening to reason.
One night, under shattered moonlight, MICHELLE finally touched her a hand at her throat, not to harm, but to feel her pulse tremble beneath cold fingers.
“You don’t know what I am,” MICHELLE
whispered, eyes darkening into something ancient and endless.
“Then tell me,” MARIE breathed.
“You wouldn’t love me if you knew,” MICHELLE rasped.
“I already do,” MARIE said, and meant every word.
MICHELLE kissed her on forehead a kiss like falling terrifying, consuming, and so painfully sweet it almost broke her.
“What have you done to me?” MARIE asked.
“What you’ve done to me,” MICHELLE answered, voice cracking like old stone.
“You made me remember what it means to feel.”
They loved each other in shadows, always one breath from ruin.
MARIE knew MICHELLE was something not quite human and MICHELLE knew loving her would damn them both.
But the heart never fears darkness it only fears emptiness.
In the end, it wasn’t light that saved them.
It was the darkness itself deep, ancient, and endless that wrapped around their broken souls and made them whole.
For love that blooms in darkness does not fade at dawn.
It only grows deeper, colder… and eternal.
PART: 2
THE REVEAL:
MARIE always felt it in her bones MICHELLE wasn’t just a man.
There was something in the way shadows clung to him, how the night seemed to bend around his presence, softer, darker.
One rain-soaked night, MARIE found MICHELLE at the ruined chapel where he first kissed her on cheek.
His eyes, usually dark and smoldering, now glowed faintly like dying coals buried under ash.
“What are you?” she whispered, her voice breaking on the cold air.
“The end,” MICHELLE said quietly, as if ashamed.
MARIE shook her head, stepping closer, breath shivering in the damp night.
“Tell me the truth,” MARIE pleaded.
MICHELLE finally raised his gaze, and for the first time, let her see.
Behind those black irises burned something ancient older than graves, older than stars and terribly sad.
“I am death.” MICHELLE confessed, voice raw and shaking.
“Not as men imagine it, not a scythe or rotting bones. I am the silence after the last heartbeat.
The shadow that waits beside every cradle. The promise that everything ends.”
MARIE breath caught. Her heart screamed to run but her soul stepped closer.
“And yet… you love me?” MARIE asked, tears catching moonlight on her lashes.
“That is my curse,” MICHELLE rasped.
“To watch everything die, yet find something I would damn eternity to keep alive.”
MARIE should have been afraid.
Instead, her trembling hand rose resting against his cold cheek.
“Then damn eternity,” MARIE whispered.
“For one lifetime, or one night be mine.”
MICHELLE face broke, pain and wonder colliding in his eyes.
“If I love you, you will fade faster,” MICHELLE warned.
“Then let me burn,” MARIE breathed.
In that ruined chapel, he hugged her.
MICHELLE was death itself.
Yet in her arms, for the first time, death felt alive.
And MARIE, once afraid of endings, found eternity in the arms of what should have ended her.
PART 3
WHAT LOVE TOOK:
At first, it felt like nothing.
Just stolen nights and whispered promises in ruined places.
MARIE lips still tasted of rain her heart still beat fast when
MICHELLE touched her.
But slowly, the world around her began to fade.
Colors dulled the red of roses turned to rust, the blue of dawn washed into gray.
Food lost its warmth; laughter sounded distant, like an echo in an empty hall.
She looked in the mirror and saw her reflection blur at the edges, as though the world itself forgot to remember her.
One night, MARIE woke in darkness, breath frozen on her lips.
Beside her, MICHELLE watched agony etched in every perfect line of his face.
“What’s happening to me?” she whispered, voice cracking like old porcelain.
“You’re becoming part of me,” he answered, and his voice shook.
“The living cannot love death without losing pieces of themselves.”
“And you?” MARIE asked. “Are you losing anything?”
“Everything,” MICHELLE rasped.
“Every time I hold you, I remember what it means to hurt. To hope. That is my curse.”
MARIE grew colder with every stolen kiss.
A bruise bloomed on MARIE throat where his lips had pressed too long shadows gathered under her eyes like twin bruises.
Yet her heart never felt emptier than when he tried to pull away.
“Leave me,” MARIE begged once, voice brittle as frost. “Before I’m nothing.”
“I can’t,” MICHELLE breathed, eyes burning. “I would tear the heavens apart before losing you.”
And so the world forgot MARIE, inch by inch.
Friends stopped seeing MARIE on the street shopkeepers stopped remembering MARIE name.
The sun itself felt further away, its warmth thin as winter light.
But in the darkness, in MICHELLE arms, MARIE still felt alive in a way so fierce and terrifying it tasted like falling.
One night, as dawn began to bleed through ruined glass, MARIE touched MICHELLE cheek, now colder than ever.
“I’m almost gone,” MARIE whispered.
“Then I will go with you,” MICHELLE vowed, voice ragged as broken stone.
And in that final kiss on her nose, the last piece of MARIE slipped from the living world.
No trace left except two shadows forever entwined in the place where love had destroyed them both
For to love death is to vanish.
Yet to death, MARIE love became the only proof MICHELLE had ever truly lived.
PART 4
AFTER SHE WAS GONE :
The ruin grew colder after MARIE faded.
Dust gathered where her footprints once marked the cracked stone floor.
The candles they had lit together stood burnt and forgotten, their wax hardened into pale tears.
MICHELLE stood there, night after night a shadow that could never leave.
The being who had never known fear now trembled at the memory of her voice.
MICHELLE searched for her in every heartbeat he claimed, every dying breath he took from the world.
Yet MARIE wasn’t there.
For centuries, death had been the end of all things silent, absolute.
But loving MARIE had taught him something crueler than death absence.
“Where are you?”
MICHELLE would whisper to the emptiness, his voice splintering like ice underfoot.
No answer. Just the hollow echo of memory.
MICHELLE curse had always been eternity.
But now, eternity meant nothing except the ache of what he had destroyed by loving it.
MICHELLE had known hunger, but never loss.
MICHELLE had known silence, but never the deafening roar of missing someone so deeply it gnawed at the very edges of what he was.
MICHELLE tried to take her back.
In ruined temples, under blood moons, MICHELLE whispered forbidden words that had outlived gods.
But death cannot resurrect what it has truly loved for to love something is to set it free, even from eternity itself.
And so, the shadow of death still walks through forgotten places
Through graves where lovers lie entwined, through alleys slick with rain, through silent, ruined chapels where the memory of her laughter still dances like dust in candlelight.
And every time the wind sighs through broken stone, MICHELLE closes his eyes, hoping to hear MARIE whisper back.
But the dead do not answer.
And death itself has no heart to break except for the heart MARIE gave him,
and then took with her when she was gone.
PART : 5
ECLIPSED:
I took your breath into my hollow chest,
Yet could not keep you breathing.
I stole you from the dawn itself,
Yet could not stop the leaving.
Your warmth bled into midnight stone,
Your name burned into dust.
In loving me, you turned to shadow,
In loving you, I learned to rust.
Once I was the end of all,
Untouched, unseen, unnamed.
Now your ghost is carved inside me,
And even death knows shame.
I call across unbroken time,
Through grave and glass and bone,
Yet silence answers everything,
And I am left alone.
No scythe, no crown, no midnight throne
Just ruin draped in velvet.
For even death can lose what’s his,
And never more forget it.
PART :6
MY LAST LETTER TO YOU :
MY LOVE
It is strange to write when I have no need of words.
Stranger still to find that even eternity feels too short when you are gone.
You were the only warmth these cold, forgotten hands have ever held.
In your heartbeat, I heard something I had never known “hope.”
I have ended empires, silenced kings, watched stars crumble to ash yet nothing undid me like the way you spoke my name.
They will never know what it means to be Death and to love what must fade.
To hold you, knowing every hugged turned your blood colder, every embrace pulled you further from the light.
I should have let you go.
But love is a curse older than even I.
I remember the last breath you took in my arms.
I remember wishing, for the first time in all the centuries I have walked this earth,
that I was not what I am.
Now,
I wander through ruined chapels and silent graves, searching for the trace of you.
Your laughter is gone, your warmth is gone
Yet my love for you endures, cruel and unending.
I am Death,
but I have never known an ending that hurt like yours.
Even silence mourns you.
If souls ever meet beyond the veil,
then wait for me.
For when all light has fled and
even eternity itself grows old,
I will still come for you.
Not to take.
But to find.
Forever yours,
The shadow that loved you……
PART : 7
WHERE SHADOWS TOUCH :
MICHELLE:
I was the silence after the last sigh,
Ashes where love dared not remain.
Yet you stepped into my shadows,
Spoke my name without fear,
And the darkness itself
remembered how to bleed.
MARIE:
You were the end of all things,
Yet to me, you were warmth in winter stone.
In your arms, I burned so brightly,
That even as I turned to smoke,
My love would not let go.
TOGETHER:
We loved beyond the veil,
Beyond breath, beyond time.
A kiss that broke the living world,
A touch that burned the soul to cinder,
Yet still became our prayer.
MICHELLE:
Now I walk through ruined places,
Where your laughter haunts the dusk.
Eternity tastes of your memory
Sweet as sorrow, sharp as grief.
MARIE:
I wait beyond, where stars forget to shine,
Where light cannot follow,
Yet love still finds me.
Your shadow brushing mine across the void.
TOGETHER:
In life, we were a wound that never healed.
In death, we became the scar that never fades.
For even endings bow before a love
That dares to love the dark….
PART : 8
ENDING:
In the end, the world forgot MARIE name.
The living passed by the ruined chapel where once they hugged, never seeing the shadows that lingered there.
But MICHELLE remembered.
MICHELLE, who was Death,
carried MARIE’S memory like a wound that never healed a silent ache in the spaces between heartbeats.
Sometimes, in the hush before dawn,
MICHELLE could almost hear MARIE laughter again faint as dust on ancient stone.
And though his touch had unmade her, it was MARIE love that unmade him in return.
For the first time in eternity, Death knew what it meant to mourn.
Yet even mourning was a kind of love and in that endless grief,
MICHELLE found the only part of MARIE that death itself could never take away.
So MICHELE kept walking through ruined places and empty nights, seeking her echo in every dying breath.
And though MARIE was gone beyond even MICHELLE reach,
somewhere in the silence,
their shadows still touched and in that stolen moment,
they remained not alive, not dead,
but something beyond both…
TOGETHER…..
FOR FOREVER AND EVER……..