The world is so very cruel, but so very beautiful.
Their time together is beauty.
Their nights bliss.
She's cold.
The only times she really feels alive is when she's in his arms.
To rise above monsters, they must abandon their humanity.
But she's still a person.
Still someone.
Still a girl.
Still fifteen.
Even though everything else has been denied to her.
She's still in love.
She gasps as his fingers find the nub between her legs.
The warmth of his body thaws her frozen heart.
It melts only for him now.
His lips leave a trail of kisses along her body – on her throat, her collarbone, around her breasts.
She closes her eyes, savoring every bit of his touch.
Because any night could be their last together.
She's cold, but his hands trail warmth behind them as they roam her body.
She's so cold. She's always been cold, but she melts in his embrace.
Their sweaty bodies slide against each other in the dark.
Her hands find his face, and she presses their lips together, and her tongue finds his, desperately, urgently.
"Aishiteru," she whispers into the kiss.
"What?"
"Means 'I love you'... in my mom's language."
After a small pause, she feels him grin against her lips. "Aishiteru too."
They've been broken.
Both of them.
Broken to where they can never go back to being how they once were.
But maybe.
Together.
They can become something different.
Something new.
Something better.
Something stronger.
Together.
His fingers enter her, the slowness of their advance physical agony.
He puts two fingers inside her.
Then brings them back up.
And tastes them.
He positions himself at her entrance.
And slips inside her.
Her walls are painfully, blissfully tight around him.
Her fingernails dig into the skin of his shoulders.
His movement inside her is so sweet.
So delicious.
So beautiful.
His tongue moves over her sweaty skin, his hands in her damp hair.
She's been hurt, but whenever she's with him, she feels whole again.
She lives for him.
She'd die for him.
And he for her.
He kisses the spot under her ear.
She arches her back.
A moan escaping into the night.
He slides out of her, and his lips find her nipples.
Maybe, after all she's seen, 'cruel but beautiful' isn't the right thing to say. Maybe it's cruel and beautiful.
After all.
Would light still exist without the dark?
His mouth between her legs steals her breath away.
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