Write your own gothic short story using as many gothic features as
you can.

It was a dark and stormy night. The clouds are all dark and droopy. Nothing fun to do. I sit in my black chair, slouching in sadness as I wait untill this storm is over. It was dark in the morning, and dark at night. I go to bed, in a dark dream, waiting for the sun.

In the blink of an eye, Azrael would go from a picture-perfect partner to a man from Hell. Every night he would arrive back to their cozy home smelling of cheap perfume and covered in marks of love. If June mentioned either of these signs of lust, Azrael would grow aggressive, leaving June covered in bruises and her own blood. June went from this bright and naturally stunning woman to a plain canvas harshly painted with strokes of blacks and blues.  June's enthusiastic and loveable personality slowly faded, and in its place, a new figure filled this space. June, who was once outspoken and confident, was now soft-spoken and frightened. Others in the town noticed these changes and bruises but never discussed these signs of danger. Junes eyes opened to the sound of movement in her room The last thing June saw before blacking out was the moonlight reflecting off his harrowing eyes and a glimpse of the silver gun at his waist. When June's eyes fluttered open yet again, the silver gun that was once at his waist was now firmly pressed against her head. He held her close in what should have been a loving embrace but instead left her terrified. He brought his lips close to her ear while slowly moving the gun to her heart and whispered, "till death do us part." June closed her eyes as a single tear trickled down her cheek. The intense sound of two gunshots rang out loudly in the night. The townsfolk were left in a frenzy to find the source of this sound. They continued their search unsuccessfully as the night waisted away to dawn. With the light of morning, the townspeople happened upon the woeful sight of the lifeless bodies of the two star-crossed lovers laid in a puddle of crimson.

Explanation:

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she learned to understand that physical beauty wasn’t as important as being a good person.