I rush to grab someone’s hand.

I look at the man I shall dance

With.

He looks at me.

I do not know the face under his mask,

But frankly, I don’t care.

Neither does he.

After all we just wish to be

Spared. **_

_****_BANG!

_**A gun rings out.

We hurriedly Dance

As

Blood decorates the walls.

This is no normal masquerade ball,

Whoever is not dancing

With their partner

Will _die_!

If you want to ask

If I love this man,

I’d quickly respond with a,

“No!”

But the system does not

Need to know.

They believe I love this man,

We have to lie

To survive.

I guess you could say that

Love is the lie that keeps us alive.

*This story is… interesting. It is a little weird but it’s okay!

Btw: What do you guys want to read about. Y’all can give me a prompt or a genre. I am out of ideas.😭

Have a great day!*