어두운 소설 & 이야기

“Not yet.” The light faded and silence fell.

' He asked with a raised eyebrow. 'How's what going?'. 'The whole walking into a dark dangerous forest, how are you holding up?'. 'It's that bad you know. And it's not dark at all. I just don't like the dense atmosphere and the too tall and wide trees which takes up ninety percent of the place'. 'I see'. He said stroking his rough stubble. 'And you, how are you holding up?'. 'Holding up?'. He chuckled. 'I'm not holding up at all babe, it feels...normal'. He shrugged.

Something predatory. And then Darkness.

Black as midnight. A phantom.

Darkness. Everything went black.

And then— Darkness.

Too dark that the night felt lighter in comparison. Fuck.

The stern look on his face softens and he let's go of my hands making me let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. "I'll be gentle with you but I can't promise to be patient." With that being said he shadows himself out of the room turning into Dark smoke and disappearing. I suddenly missed his closeness. My hands automatically move to core between my legs. I'm not one bit surprised at how wet I was for him.

A dark brown, expensive casket sat in front them as the rain hit it. Truly, it was a depressing day. Today was the funeral, of course. Bonnie sat next to Lorenzo, holding his hand tightly. She looked beautiful. Her black dress hugged her curves in the right way. Her face was clear of any makeup and her curly hair was in a tight bun. Black pump shoes covered her small feet as they were crossed over each other. Her grey eyes were staring ahead as she tried to listen to John but all she could think about was the heartbreak Lorenzo is going through.

Then black. Nothing.