Dance Of Storms

In the heart of a bustling city, where skyscrapers brushed the heavens and the streets hummed with life, there stood an anomaly – a castle, ancient and brooding, amidst the modern facades. Eli, with his poet's heart and artist's fingers, was drawn to it, not just for its gothic beauty but for its enigmatic owner, Juliet.

Juliet, an heiress to a forgotten time, was as mysterious as the castle she inhabited. Her presence was as commanding as the thunderous skies, and her eyes held the wildness of the storm. Eli knew her as the woman who danced in the rain, laughed with the thunder, and whispered to the winds. But he also sensed her sorrow, a shadow that never quite left her gaze.

The townsfolk spoke in hushed tones about the castle's mistress, spinning tales of curses and magic, but Eli saw only the woman whose laughter was a melody that soothed his restless soul. Their love was a secret symphony, an ode to the night, as they met under the cloak of darkness, away from prying eyes.

It was on a tempestuous evening when the skies wept with fervor that Juliet summoned me to the castle. The rain was relentless, a mirror to the turmoil inside me. I stood on the balcony, the tempest around me a mere whisper compared to the chaos in my heart. 

"You asked to meet me out here?" Eli's voice was a warm caress against the cold bite of the rain. He stepped closer, his concern a tangible thing in the charged air.

I didn't dare face him, my gaze fixed on the darkened forest that bordered my world. "Yes, I want you to leave this place, leave my castle," I said, the words tasting like poison on my tongue.

Eli's heart fractured with each syllable, but he masked his pain with calmness. "Why mi amor? Surely there must be an answer to why?" he ventured, each step towards me measured, as though approaching a wounded creature.

I could feel the beast within stirring, a tempest as fierce as the one outside. "I don't owe you an explanation—it's for your own safety," I snapped, the lie bitter and necessary. For in truth, I was the storm, the curse that linger