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Reading an old love story in the rain while waiting for your train// a dark academia playlist

I hope you all enjoy this playlist!! Stay happy and healthy everyone!! :))

Here is an extended version of the title, since I really like it :)) (please be kind I haven't written in a very long time and am still very rusty)

You had been studying in Europe for college, and you were in your last country to visit before heading back home. Back to the love of your life, who was the person who convinced you to go on this trip, they knew it was your dream to study abroad. You had reluctantly gone, not wanting to leave them behind. You had gone everywhere from Italy to Greece, to Germany and everywhere in between, and now you were in the country of romance, France.
It was your dream since you were little to read your favorite book, "Romeo and Juliet" outside an old french cafe, you chuckle to yourself thinking of those simple times. Remembering, when your mom would try and decorate yalls tiny outdated kitchen to look like a cafe, and you guys would sing classic french songs at the top of your lungs (of course butchering the french) You look up from your book, the same tattered old one you got in 8th grade and looked at the streets admiring the rain softly falling from the sky. People would always say "Everything is better in France!" but you knew your true home was with your Romeo (or Juliet). You get up from your chair and head to the train station right down the block.

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106 comments

  1. Ivoryyy

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    3:25 Debussy – Suite Bergamasque, L. 75: III. Clair de Lune
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    12:15 Barrière – 6 Cello Sonatas: No. 4 in G Major: I. Andante
    17:03 Costantini – Elegia
    19:55 Chopin – Nocturne Op. 9 No. 2 in E-Flat Major
    24:27 Schubert – Moment Musical Op. 94 D.780 N. 1 in C Major
    29:34 Beethoven – “Moonlight” Piano Sonata No. 14 in C-Sharp Minor, Op. 27 (I: Adagio sostenuto)
    35:55 Chopin – Prelude, Op. 28 No. 17 in A major

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    1. snowman

      @Juno Sugi Jeah u are right , but I think there are probably kind people in our environment that just feel like we do but to afraid to tell like me . And to be honest I am very shy so it’s kind of hard for me to find friends in real life even if they may are nice guys

    2. snowman

      Your comment gives me a save feeling . I think it’s beautiful to realise a thing that seems so natural is actually beautiful/special . I see me trusting people in the internet more then everyone in my life. I wish there would be somebody though …

    3. Juno Sugi

      @snowman I used to go to a cafe in a city (in another country) where I was living before, it was a cinema cafe. In the evenings, for the price of a coffee, they showed movies almost every evening. It was an out of the way place so not many people knew about it. The people who did, like me, were regulars and everyone got to know each other and would discuss the movie afterwards. It became like a club. During the daytime people could come and play cards, chess, board games etc. There were no wooden chairs, only soft comfortable sofas and low tables with lamps on them for soft lighting. In that city there were also a few other cinema cafes but I had my favorite, like a club. The thing is, people met together because they were interested in the same things and it was great. Unfortunately, I had to leave that city (country) and where I am now I can’t find the same kind of place, I really wish I were back there. If I had the .money, I’d start my own cinema cafe. I’ve heard about one in a seaside town on the South coast, I may even move there, I always wanted to live by the sea and I’ve heard that the people there are friendly, they have many festivals. Anyway, it’s nice to be around people who like the same things. You should try to join a club where people have the same interests as you. You’ll find that speaking about something you really like to others who like the same thing will make you forget your shyness. I hope you will find it, I hope you will be happy. Take care.

  2. crow

    “I love you.” She froze. She froze despite the pouring rain. She froze despite not having an umbrella. She *froze* .

    “Say that again?” she whispered, her head tilting ever so slightly to look at me through half-lidded eyes. “Please say it again.”

    “I love you,” I repeated, this time louder, clearer. “I love you. I love you laugh, your cries, your tears. I love the way you walk, the way your eyes sparkle when you read something you like, the way your hand grips the paintbrush and glide it so effortlessly on the easel. I love you. I love you,” I gasped, the grip on my bag tightening.

    “I love you. I love you so much it hurts to breath. I love you so much that whenever you press your lips on someone else’s it physically pains me. I love you so much that I already accepted the fact that you can never be mine. I love you so much that I took to loving you in silence.

    “I love you for you shine brighter than the sun but as modest as the moon.”

    I was sobbing now and the urge to look away grew strong, but I can’t, shouldn’t.

    The rain showed no signs of ceasing, if anything it grew stronger with each declaration of love that left my mouth. Never have I ever appreciated the rain more. Though it failed to hide my shaking shoulders and quivering lips, it did hide the flow of tears that left my eyes and rolled down my cheeks.

    She finally turned to look at me, and I took note of the smile that graced her lips. I could not make out whether it reached her eyes or not for everything was blurry due to tears.

    But I suppose it was answered once she crashed her lips on _mine_ .

    At that moment, I questioned the books I had read. They all describe first kisses weirdly. Fireworks? Why fireworks?

    I questioned the books I had read for I felt no fireworks in my belly. In fact, I didn’t _feel_ .

    I _heard_ .

    I heard sweet melodies being played. I heard the joyful keys of the piano, the lovely strings of the violin.

    I heard her sweet confession of *her* love to *me* .

    But I also heard her regretful goodbye.

  3. megan

    “you loved her didn’t you?” she said softly, looking into his gaze

    he stands there, his antagonizing eyes knowing that she’s right.

    “i did.. but that doesn’t mean i can’t love you”

    “you’re right you can love me but- but you’ll never love me as much as you did her. i saw the way you looked at her, her eyes were the only ones yours ever laid upon. she was perfect…” she smiled, “i understand why you picked her, but my eyes will never be her eyes.. mine will never make yours flutter like nothing else in the world matters”

    he looked away with guilt written all over his face.

    “you could at least look at me”

    their eyes met, both knowing this would be the last time they gazed upon one another. “i never meant to hurt you” he spoke softly, “i know” she brushed a tear off his face, she could see the hurt in his eyes. “it doesn’t have to hurt this much anymore” she whispered, he nodded in silence, knowing she deserved so much more. her eyes strained but she parted with a smile, it was better this way.

    (i’ve never written one of these but its a start)

  4. Pusheen Cat

    POV: You found the book in your attic and it looked interesting, so you took it along with you to the train station. When you begin to read, you see that the book describes your surroundings exactly. Then it comes to the main characters. It describes you, and your star-crossed lover. Then you hear footsteps.

    1. Shirin Sakhuja

      This gives me feels of one of those books which makes a sceptic believe in love.
      Like you know this can’t be real, things written can’t be happening in real time, you fight it out, try to reason with things but give up in the midst to just feel what this life or dream is making you feel, because giving up on the notion of right and wrong gives you peace your own life never gave, comfort that you have sought for so long, and it finally feels good to let go to those feelings.

    1. Willow

      Here’s a little piece of story as you said you like them 🙂 I’m not a writer, just bored so please be kind. Anyway here it is:

      Under the cover of night

      ‘I told the stars about you.’

      She caught her breath, momentarily caught off guard by the rare show of sincerity and affection. ‘Romantics and earnestness? That’s rather out of character for you. I’ve never heard a criminal quite so sentimental’ she murmered fondly.

      ‘Sentimental? Never!’ he declared in feigned offence, continuing, ‘No, it was a master plan of manipulation to exploit fate and rig the future. You know ‘our fates are written in the stars’ and all that? I was hoping to persuade them to edit our stories a little to orchestrate a romance and push two stars closer together….’.

      ‘Well I asked the moon about you. I was trying to cheat. Get some answers about you from ‘she who sees all’. I want to know you better than anyone ever has known anything.’ came her declaration.

      ‘Now all we need do is ask for the cover of darkness to protect us and we have the perfect crime’. He smiled gently as he concluded, pulling her in against the chill of the night.

      The pair of thieves sat like that, eyes cast upwards to the vastness of the night sky as it began to rain. It was cool and comforting against their skin.

      The sky had given its blessing.

    1. 정수민

      아니 잠시만요 by the way 님인데 왜 이제 댓글을 봤죠????
      항상 영상 잘 보고 있어요 ! 좋아하는 유튜버 분이 제가 좋아하는 또 다른 유튜버 분 영상을 보고 댓글을 달다니… 뭔가 내적 친밀감도 들고 좋네요 ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

  5. E Niederhauser

    pov: your laying in your bed thinking of senarios about a life you wish to have. but then you realize you live in a super boring town with no friends lol
    edit: WHAT i wrote this a while ago and just came back… thanks for the likes <3

  6. eerika

    “Great book, huh?”

    “Yeah..”

    “What is it about?”

    “Its about two friends who fall in love at this adventure”

    “Sounds interesting”

    She smiled at him with that beautiful smile. That smile what you cant forget about. That smile what will be on your head when you think of that person and its warms your heart and lightens up the dark room.

    “Your smile is beautiful”

    “Thank you very much”

    He gave her smile back and looked then at the street waiting his bus to come.

    “You kinda look like what the guy looks like in this book”

    “Really?”

    “Yes!”

    “Hey thats my bus, so it was nice meeting you”

    “We are both going to Edinburg?”

    “You are going there too?”

    “Yes!”

    They both laughed as the bus came and both got in the bus laughing with each other.

    Thats where their lovestory started.

    (Sorry that this is not so good but this is my first writing and English is not my first language)

  7. Jazzy F. Patrick

    The raindrops slipped down her face as she look straight at him. “What is it?” he asked. “I have quite a confession to make,” she replied, looking down at her halfway tied shoes. “Why don’t you come inside? Its pouring buckets,” he asked, opening the door a bit wider. “No! I need to do this before I chicken out again,” she replies looking back up at him. He had a paintbrush behind his ear, and there was a hint of adoration in his eyes. He smiled and gestured for her to start.
    “I love you, but I don’t feel like that sums it up. I-I adore you. I’m forever curious about you. I’m curious by the thought of you. By the idea of you. I am distraught by the idea of not seeing every week as we grow a seemingly unbreakable bond. I’m so confused by that. That idea of not being able to live without someone. Technically, love is just a chemical reaction in your brain. But after experiencing it towards someone, its so much more than that. It’s this explosion of exposure and raw feeling towards someone. But after this explosion, comes regret. ‘They won’t want me. They don’t want raw emotion. They don’t want vulnerability. They want…. I don’t know what they want.’ Thats the problem. No one know what the other wants. So in conclusion, I love you. You may not love me, but that’s alright. Because you make me happy, even if you don’t love me back.”
    He smiled and placed his hand on her cheek and smiled. And that was enough of both of them.

    Idk I needed a break from homework. Happy Valentines day!

  8. Yasmine

    You hear the pitter patter of rain outside. A crescendo, from small rain droplets to a storm. You shield your book with a clear umbrella.
    The book is Romeo and Juliet. A love story that is nothing short of depressing. Forbidden and treacherous, until they both meet their unprecedented ends.
    But you continue reading anyways, even if you know the ending and have read it a million times over.
    The rain and rushing of train tracks is calming. An ambience unmatched by any fancy place.
    Somebody sits down near you. A man.
    You try not to stare for too long, but you take small glances. He doesn’t look half bad.
    He begins to whistle as you continue reading, ignoring him.
    “The rain seems to be stopping the trains.” He says after half an hour. Small talk.
    “Yes, it seems so. I don’t mind though.” You held up the book.
    “What’s that you’re reading?”
    “Romeo and Juliet,” you smiled. “One of my favorite books.”
    He smiled back. “One of mine as well. I have a love for classics. I’m an English major.”
    “That’s amazing. I can get with only a few classics. What’s your name?”
    “{insert man name of your choosing}”
    You paused.
    You recognize that name. His last name surprised you the most though. Your family’s had been feuding for years.
    “What’s yours?” He asked, noticing the awkward silence.
    You took a deep breath, going through your options. Either lie and see where this conversation leads, or tell the truth.
    “Y/N,” you say, going for the truth.
    He takes a pause then. You realize what you’ve done.

    Let’s just hope this doesn’t turn out like another Romeo and Juliet story.

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  9. globalstar user

    Hey you, yes you reading this comment. This is a safe place. Go ahead and vent to me, or just chat with me.. I’ll listen, no matter what. It’s not your fault. You can do this. I love you. And so do a lot of other people. Now go show the world you can do this and that you are better than ever.

    1. julia junebug

      @Indrakshi Mallick the same thing happened with me too.
      leave him. i stayed with a friend like this for too long and i got too close to her. he will eventually treat you like chopped liver and leave for other friends. tell him that he’s making you uncomfortable and he needs to mature or you can’t be his friend anymore. 🙂

    2. Kylie Kyutie!

      ive been sick since chrismas my moms worried i might have corona:( im scared i wont be able to have contact with my friends and family, im going to the docter tonight wish me luck please, and i have a twin sister who died on 2012 on june or july, i never got to meet her, i wish she was here today to grow up with me and my family, before i told my friends about it…they just laughed and said “liar! your lying you never had a twin sister!” those words broke me. none of my friends think i actually had a twin sister…-VENT

  10. Bryell Blackwater

    As she looked into his eyes, she knew. It wasn’t her anymore, he had chosen another. He muttered a short “I’m sorry”. The tears started pouring from her eyes. Right person wrong time, “in another life” her shaky voice said, he looked up in surprise only to find her gone.

    (Sorry if this was bad, this is my first time writing something like this)

  11. Ayla Coi

    “Hey it’s oka-“
    “No. Stop. Please don’t touch me… I hate that it’s raining right now because this feels so idiotically clichéd, but I just- that is to say- I mean”
    He looked down at her from his porch steps while rain drenched her shaking body as tears slipped out of her eyes, mixing with the rain, as she tried in vain to viciously wipe them away. He didn’t understand. What could he have possibly done to make her this upset with him? He thought they were getting somewhere, that they were friends again after all these years, but not just any friendship. The kind of friendship where everyone knows that you belong to each other and no one is confused when your best man is a woman you’ve known since you can remember. A best friendship
    “Will you just come back inside please? I thought you would be happy about this. Happy for me.”
    “I’m being selfish I know and I am happy for you but I can’t do this.”
    “You can’t be my best man? If it’s the title you’re worried about then I don’t mind changing it. We can call it whatever we like so long as you just agree to fill the role.”
    “It’s not the name… and it’s not that I don’t want to,” she rushed out breathlessly. “It’s just that… I need to say something and you have to promise not to interrupt until I’m finished. Promise?”
    “Of course. I promise.”
    “I can’t be your best man. I’m so happy for you that you’re getting married and I love your fiancé. You know that. But, I can’t do it. I keep thinking that all of these things that I’m feeling will just go away in time but they’re not. They’re getting stronger and stronger and sometimes when I look at you both together I feel like I can’t breath. I feel so empty that I can’t wake up some mornings, knowing that I’m going to have to see you fall more and more in love with her everyday-“
    A feeling of panic starts to take hold of me. “Please don’t say what I think you’re going to. You can take it back and we can pretend that you never said any of this!“
    “You promised not to interrupt me. Now keep your word.” She sighs wearily as if the weight of these words has been holding her down for years. “I can’t go on seeing you anymore and I know that that’s selfish and I’m so sorry because I really never meant for this to happen but my heart is quite literally breaking and I can’t- I can’t handle it anymore.”
    She breaks down sobbing and I can’t take it anymore. I don’t speak because I know from experience how hard it is for her to admit her emotions so I leave the safety of my porch awning and meet her in the rain. I wrap my body around hers as she sobs.
    I’m not sure how long we stand there, drenched in a very appropriate amount of rain for the occasion. Me squeezing her and her holding on for dear life, as if she knows this is the last time she’s ever going to hold me. I have a feeling it might be. A car pulls into the driveway and my fiancé gets out. She runs over with an extra umbrella in hand and asks us to please come inside so we don’t get a cold.
    “He’ll be in shortly, I just needed him for a minute, but I have to go now.”
    My fiancé hands me the umbrella and drops a kiss on my cheek as she goes inside to unwind from a long day at work. I step back from my best friend and hold up my umbrella, keeping it just far enough from my body that she can join me under it if she wants to. Instead she steps backwards and smiles sadly up at me.
    “I love your fiancé so much and out of respect for the both of you I never told you how I truly felt about you, but I need to be selfish just this once so you’ll know that when I leave you it’s not because you’ve done or not done anything. It’s simply because I need to take care of myself and I just know that I can’t do that with you here, so I’m saying bye love. I have to ask you one favor though and then I’ll never bother you again…”
    I job solemnly at her.
    “If someday ten or twenty years down the road you happen to see me in a super market, then please don’t say hi to me because I know that I won’t ever be able to stop loving you and I don’t think I’ll be able to handle that burden if I know that we might see each other again. Can you pinky promise me that?”
    My eyes widen at the seriousness of her statement. She invoked a pinky promise. It’s the truest form of currency for us and neither of us has ever broken one. I want to love her. I do. But I don’t and I value her and our friendship too much to pretend like I could, so without saying a word I hold out my pinky finger to her. She hesitates for a moment and then wraps her small finger around my larger one. We shake our interlocked hands once and she gives me a weary smile that makes her look ten years older. As she turns around and gets into her car she doesn’t look back at me once, not even to say goodbye. She just pulls out of my driveway and drives off into the raging storm, leaving as wildly as she came into my life all those years ago.
    “Bye.” I murmur as the wind and rain dies down, leaving me completely alone in my driveway, wondering what I’ve just lost.

    1. The Riddler

      Oh wow… This is truly a work of art. You somehow made me feel so connected with the story in such a short amount of time, like I connected with the characters and their feelings. That is an incredibly difficult thing to do in such a short story and I love it. Keep writing, you will go far places ☺️

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