~🖤 A Heart Made of Black Glass ( A Short Dark Romance Story )

🪶 Prologue: Some Loves Aren’t Meant to Heal You... Just to Mark You

Dark romance doesn’t promise safety.
It whispers of forbidden closeness, of scars that mirror yours, and of lovers who feel like storms you don't survive — only remember.

This is one of those stories.

 

💔 The Story:

She always knew his eyes didn’t belong to this world.
Everything about him felt like a warning:
His voice sounded like a goodbye wrapped in silk,
His steps like the sea pulling away before a violent wave,
And his smile — the kind that never reached his eyes.

And yet… she loved him.

He came only at night.
Never knocked. Just appeared — as if the shadows summoned him.
He would hold her without words, then vanish before the morning could ask questions.

Once, she asked:
❝ Why don’t you ever stay? ❞
His answer was quiet, colder than the wind outside:
❝ Everyone I stay with… dies. ❞

She laughed. Thought he was poetic.
Until she found the notebook.

Tucked away in an old drawer,
Leather-bound and crumbling — filled with names.
Women. Dozens. Each crossed out.
And at the bottom, one sentence carved like a curse:
“The hearts that loved me… bled until they broke.”

Still… she stayed.

 

She loved him despite her fear,
Despite knowing that he carried ruin like a perfume,
Despite the ache in her bones when he looked at her like she was light —
And he was the thing that could never stand in it for long.

But then something changed.

He grew distant,
Stopped touching her,
Started looking at her like she was the danger.

❝ You’re getting too close, ❞ he said one night.

She smiled sadly.
❝ For once, you want to save someone… not destroy them. ❞

He said nothing.
Just held her like she was already gone.

Then he whispered:
❝ That’s why I have to leave. ❞

And he did.

 

Years passed.
No letters. No returns.
Only a mirror he left behind —
The one she now avoids.

Because every time she looks into it,
She doesn’t see her reflection.

She sees his eyes…
And the darkness he left behind, now blooming quietly inside her.

 

🕯️ Epilogue:

Not all love is meant to last.
Some just carve themselves into your chest,
Echo through your nights,
And vanish — leaving only a memory sharp enough to bleed you,
But too beautiful to regret.