I had to write a few creative short pieces for my English class so I decided to post them here as well. I hope you enjoy them. Please leave some criticism in the comments! :) 

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My bare feet slid effortlessly across the hardwood floor as my body pressed firmly against his. I could have sworn that our heart beats were synchronized, thumping to the beat of the drums that played through the speakers of our living room theater. Our veins were buzzing with enough electricity to power an entire city. Our movements were so eloquently rehearsed that it felt as though we never even had to try. In that moment, we were one being dancing swiftly to the music that inspired us.

He extended his arm and I let go of one hand to spin out only to be twirled back into his embrace a second later. God, he was beautiful with bright green eyes and soft brown hair that stretched down to his shoulders. He had a smile that could kill and dimples that made me weak to my knees. His heart was pure gold and his mind serene. I rest my head on his shoulder and relaxed my breathing. He had his own scent, like the mixture of spicy cinnamon and fresh mint. His voice was low and mellow as he spoke, but it was also that way when he hummed while making the only thing he knew how to: chicken alfredo with a side of salad. My mouth was nearly drooling at the thought of juicy chicken mixed with thick, flavorfully seasoned alfredo.

I shook my head at the memory that had haunted my mind every time the darkness hits and I am left in isolation. His loss will define me as a human based on the way I react. I know that he would be disappointed in the endless days I've cried or skipped work. But I couldn't bring myself to believe that he was undoubtedly gone, even after I saw his lifeless body lying in the open casket. His frigid hands were folded perfectly across his chest, his eyes closed as if he were sleeping. God, I wish he was sleeping. If he was, that meant he'd be there in the morning. It meant that I wouldn't wake up in tears after yet another nightmare. It meant that we could be happy again.

The reality of the situation is so surreal that I can't even begin to fathom it being true. For now, however, I rest my eyes and try to dream of our dance one more time. I hope that it can cheer me up, but it only leaves me crying.