I was listening to the song Little Talks by Of Monsters and Men, and this story popped into my head. Enjoy!:) P.s. Looking back on all my short stories, I always write about death x_x. Is that bad?
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I laughed as I waltzed with my partner, John. He was horrendous at dancing; the small orchestra had just starting playing, and he had already stepped on my feet several times. I didn't mind though. I never did.
The song paused for a moment, and I took the opportunity to let go of him and head out towards the small table the ship had set up for drinks and the like. I reached out behind me, expecting him to be there, yet meeting an empty space. I frowned. Wasn't he still with me? I shrugged, figuring that he had left the ball room to go back to our private quarters. I smiled to myself, blissfully ignorant of any problems that could be happening around us. It was my honeymoon; I didn't have to worry about a thing. I would be happy as long as John would be at my side.
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I looked around for the captain of the ship. I had left Alissa earlier while she was getting drinks, the sound I had heard from underneath us was getting increasingly louder. Couldn't anyone hear it? It was a large creaking noise, like someone was wrenching open an old iron door that hadn't been used in ages. It made me worried. Very worried. That shouldn't happen.. Should it?
I walked into a door labled, "CAPTAIN", and barged into the room. What I saw made me nauseas.
The captain of this ship was dead.
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I yawned, and headed back to our quarters to find John. He had been gone awfully long. Maybe he had fell asleep? I walked down the long halls and the cruise ship rocked against the water. I heard a few noises, but dismissed them. They had lasted this long, hadn't they? I chuckled to myself, as I got the key to our rooms from my silver clutch. I entered the room and slipped my shoes off with a sigh of relief; 6 inch heels, while they made me look taller and my legs longer, hurt very much. I stumbled a little as I walked through the rooms. Had I gotten too much to drink? I shrugged it off and called out, my high voice echoing through the empty suite.
"John?" I tiptoed around the corner of each room, checking to see he wasn't in his bed. "John!"
If he wasn't in our suite.. Where was he?
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"Alissa!" I said, a note of hysteria in my voice. The captain was dead.. How could they make it back to New York without a captain? I jogged quickly to the ball room. Was she still waiting for me? I hoped so. There was no time to find her. The ship gave a huge lurch, and I stumbled ungracefully and fell, my forearms taking most of the impact. I winced; the carpet had burned my skin. With a gasp of realization, and terror, mind you, I heard the sloshing of water underneath me.
The ship had hit something. And it was sinking.
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I heard a scream of terror. My heart stopped as I heard a large crashing noise and I fell over on the bed I had been leaning over. Had the ship hit something? I ran out of the room, trying to catch my breath, and I reached a window at the end of a corridor, and looked out. I saw a large, mossy rock, glistening with the salty water of the waves. Past this though, I saw the metal of the ship sticking out sharply at odd angles. They had hit a rock. My eyes widened, fright overwhelming every nerve of my body. My jaw lowered in shock, and I leaned against the wall, slowing sinking down, my deep red ball gown wrinkling at the bottoms.
"John...," I whispered.
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"ALISSA!" I screamed. I couldn't leave her alone during this. I had checked the ball room and the suite, while her silver wedge heels were there, she was not. I ran down the halls, screaming her name repeatedly. I was reaching hysterics, and only had two thoughts on my mind: Alissa, and the ship.
I heard a faint whisper from the end of a corridor, near a broken window.
"John..." I followed the noise, and found her. A weight lifted from my chest. I knelt down in front of her, taking in her wide eyes and slack jawed mouth. With a sigh, I picked her up, and jogged back to our suite.
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My mind was panicking, though not as much as before. I had partly accepted death, and maybe with time, I could welcome it with open arms.
I had no time though.
John had carried me all the way back to our rooms and layed me down on the black bed, made of a soft velvet. I smiled. Hello, John...
He layed beside me, pulling my body on his, and kissed my cheek softly, the stubble on his chin scratching my jaw. My smile widened. "I love you," he whispered against my face. I nodded, curling up against him. We stayed silently like that.
And we would forever remain that way. Even as the screams made their way to us, even as water sank in through the doors, we stayed there, curled up in bed, peacefully accepting our fate. And as the water rose up into our room, as it took us up with it, I grabbed John's hand and looked at him. He stared back.
I love you John...
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