A Darkening Desire- a remake, and an actual dual narrative
Elias Hawthorne’s Voice
I watched her first with gentle eyes, A governess with quiet ties. Her life, so simple, neat, and small, Yet in her heart, I felt a call.
Her grace, her smile, they beckoned me, A mystery I longed to see. At first, I hid, I followed near, A shadow lost in quiet fear.
But soon, that fear gave way to need, A hunger planted like a seed. Through moonlit streets, behind her back, I trailed her steps along the track.
No word was spoken, no glance returned, Yet deep inside, my soul it burned. I wrote her notes, though she'd never see, Each mark a sign that she’d be mine, to be.
Arabella Sinclair’s Voice
I walked my days in quiet grace,
A life of order, a gentle pace.
Yet something stirred, I couldn't tell,
A whisper faint, a silent bell.
Each step I took, I felt a gaze,
A creeping chill, a shadow's haze.
Footsteps echoed, but none I knew,
A presence dark, yet out of view.
And then, the notes, so strange, so near,
Each one a spark that fed my fear.
Was I hunted, or was it doubt?
A restless mind I couldn’t shut out.
But still I went, the world I knew,
Until the day I walked it through,
And came to stand before the door,
My heart a storm, a silent roar.
The Moment of Truth
He opened wide the heavy door, A smile, a look I’d seen before. "I knew you'd come," he whispered low, "Now there’s no place left to go."
“What do you want?” my voice a strain, As dread coursed through my veins, my brain. He smiled again, a twisted plea, “I want you here, with me, always— No more fear, no more delays.”
The room was dark, the air was thick, With letters stacked, a cruel trick. “You see, my dear, we were meant to be," His voice a soft and twisted plea.
My heart it trembled, but no sound, For in his eyes, my will was bound. I stayed, I stood, though fear did rise, A captive heart, I closed my eyes.
Elias Hawthorne’s Final Words
In shadows deep, my love is found,
Arabella’s soul, unwound.
She is mine now, this game is done—
Her heart my prize, my love won.
Two lives, now lost, one bound, one scarred,
One bound by love, the other marred.
In silent whispers, in shadows deep,
A love that twisted, a promise to keep.
