A random story I composed, read it or don't read it, but don't post tl;dr Please post feedback here if you're going to, I was thinking of handing it in for an assignment, not sure. And yes it's kind of spooky. Reflections. The church bells chime solemnly in the distance. Midnight. A man and a woman lie on the sand, gazing at the stars and laughing quietly, the waves gradually inching towards their barren feet, black as the night it reflects. They are alone, but for the moon in the sky and the stars in their eyes, the deserted field at their backs, and the sand at their feet. Only the woman has a worry, and her troubled mind cannot keep from dwelling on it as she tentatively twists the ring on her left hand. She is to be married tomorrow. But her partner clasps her hand and her worries ebb away with the tide, for she will not be alone... . **** A hunched over figure glared into the gloom. Her bones rattled as she got up from the wall and walked through the graveyard. Her fingers brushed the headstone of her beloved, and she sighed, glancing at the ring on her boney finger. Beside his grave was a space, reserved for her. There was no-one living within a kilometre from this place, but she was never lonely, for the ghosts of the family and friends she once had keep her company. Her mind had disappeared and was replaced by a dark void, and her heart was already five foot under. She awaits her death patiently, but she is now so far from human she wonders if it is possible. Blood still trickles through her frail body, but her soul has long since left her, and she wanders aimlessly through the desolate landscape that used to be her village. She is not the same person that once waited at the aisle to be married, to the man she never saw again. He had drowned in the sea he knew all about, after falling off the boat they had planned to sail away into the sunset on. She can picture that last night in her head, hear the church bells ringing even though the church is now but a few stones, and the graveyard a playground for ghosts, and her current residence. She is but a shell of her former self, and as she feels her life drawing to a close, she will not leave her beloved's side, not even now, at the twilight of her life. Her ghost has left her body already, and she watches as her and her fiancée's ghost dance together in the moonlight, oblivious to the fact they are dead. The ghost of a man and a woman lie on the sand, gazing at the stars and laughing quietly, the waves gradually inching towards their barren feet, black as the night it reflects... Please post feedback (here)