It was a quiet evening, the kind that lulls the mind into an almost meditative state. I had been visiting my parents and was ready to head home when something unexpected happened. As I stepped outside their house, a figure appeared from across the street. He was shrouded in shadows and moved with an eerie grace; his eyes glowed like the night sky, and his presence seemed to fill the air with a strange energy.
I felt an inexplicable pull towards him; before I knew it, I was walking across the street in his direction. He stopped just in front of me and fixed me with an intense gaze that chilled my bones. "You are mine," he said in a deep, commanding voice. I could barely move as he grabbed my hand and we began to walk together.
He led me down an old path that seemed to go on forever until we reached a small cemetery. He stopped in front of a tombstone engraved with the words "Here lies my beloved" and gestured for me to look inside. I peered in and saw a skeleton lying peacefully among the roots of an old tree.
The figure then turned to me and said "Until death do us part" before vanishing into the night. I was left standing alone, my heart pounding in my chest. Suddenly, I see short flashes of a life that was never mine-filled with love and loss, joy and sorrow. I felt an intense sadness wash over me. This life in the memories had a girl that looked like me, and acted like me, but was not me. She had been his beloved until death took her away.
The next morning, I awoke with a strange sense of peace. Somehow, I knew that he was gone and that I would never see him again. But in my heart, I still felt the connection between us-the same connection that transcends time and death itself. He had been mine until he was death's, waiting for me until eternity.