ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ·s ᴀ sᴛᴇʀᴇᴏ
ɪᴛ ʙᴇᴀᴛs ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ﹐ sᴏ ʟɪsᴛᴇɴ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ
ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs ɪɴ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ɴᴏ﹣ᴏᴛᴇ
ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴀᴅɪᴏ
ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴜʀɴ ᴍᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴇᴇʟ ʟᴏᴡ
ᴛʜɪs ᴍᴇʟᴏᴅʏ ᴡᴀs ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ
ᴊᴜsᴛ sɪɴɢ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ sᴛᴇʀᴇᴏ
This was a little idea my dearly beloved friend had, when we talked about, what would happen of they would see their 'alive' counterparts again. and wrote two diffrent pov's of it.
My friend did Alastors and I did from Jill, the pretty bat demon here.
She knew Alastor before they died 1933, maybe I'mma drop the whole informations about her late if anyone is interested in it.
Alastor beheld her, entranced by her presence. Her long, angelic blonde hair cascaded like silk, her eyes shimmering like the sea under the sun. Though he knew she was but an illusion, her image struck him deeply. His typically broad smile faltered momentarily, constrained by the limits of his expression.
"J-Jillian, please… one last time…" his voice trembled, fragile and almost imperceptible. He reached for her hand, drawing her into a slow dance reminiscent of their days among the living. Alastor couldn't tear his gaze away from her, his heart heavy with longing.
"My love for you transcends death, and it pains me deeply that…" a solitary tear trailed down his cheek, the weight of emotion bearing down on him after all these years. "…that I failed to protect you then, and that we were denied the chance to walk together."
Breaking from the dance, he pulled her into a tender embrace, savoring the scent of her, light and floral. "I love you. Please, don't leave me again. You're the sole beacon of positivity remaining within me."
✧ ・ ゜ ゜ ・ ✧ ・ ゜ ゜ ・ ✧
Jillians PoV
Her eyes widened as she caught sight of him. Alastor, the radio host she had grown to love, greeted her with a smile on his lips. His cheerful demeanor only deepened the ache in her heart, as if each moment spent with him crushed her further. It was as if her heart bled with every passing second. He leaned in, extending his hand in an inviting gesture, coaxing her into a dance. With a pained smile, she acquiesced to his invitation, allowing herself to be led. In that moment, it felt as though they were back in time, engulfed in emotions from the past.
The charming smile that graced his lips, capable of melting the hearts of many, belonged solely to her in that moment. She nestled her head against his chest, seeking solace. "I wish I had confessed my feelings for you sooner...perhaps then, this tragedy wouldn't have befallen us...maybe...we could have walked away, far from New Orleans," her voice quivered with despair.
Clutching him tightly for support, she held his face tenderly, drawing him closer. With a mixture of longing and sorrow, she pressed her lips to his in a bittersweet embrace—a first and final kiss, laden with unspoken regrets and unfulfilled dreams.