Baz groaned, leaning back on the couch. He was tired. He cast his gaze around the room, noting the time on the clock. It was almost 2:00 in the morning. He sighed, placing his head in his hands.
"Baz?" Simon asked from the doorway to their living room. Baz jumped, turning to face him. Simon stared at him groggily. Baz chuckled lightly and could tell by Simons hair that he had just gotten up moments ago.
"What's wrong?" Simon asked after a moment. He blinked the dreariness from his eyes and walked in the room, sitting beside Baz.
"Nothing, love. Go back to bed" Baz said, but reached out and lightly took Simons hands in both of his. Simon still stared at him, not believing a word of it. Baz sighed again. He both hated and loved how well Simon could read him sometimes. Simon lifted one of his hands from Baz's and placed it gently on Baz's cool cheek. Baz immediately leaned into it, relishing the feeling of his warmth.
"Baz, you're freezing"
"Yes, but that's to be expected, isn't it?" Baz said, without opening his eyes. His voice cracked. Simon smiled grimly and moved his hand slowly to Baz's neck and pulled him forward into a kiss. After a few minutes Simon pulled away slowly, leaving Baz with a slightly disappointed look on his face. Blue eyes met gray and neither moved nor spoke. Simon could see a slight tremor in Baz's pupil, one that had never been there before.
"Baz-" was all Simon could get out before Baz's dam broke. He leaned forward and pulled Simon into a hug, shaking slightly. Simon just patted him on the back, cooing sweet nothings at him.
"Baz, please tell me what's wrong" he finally begged after a few minutes. Baz pulled back and took a deep breath, composing himself. He took Simons hands in his and stared Simon dead in the eye.
"I think we need to break up"
That sent Simon reeling. He's kidding. He has to be kidding right? He can't just...leave. Simon smiled nervously, though it was quickly replaced by a scowl. Then a cough, a glare, and finally, a whimper. He grabbed Baz's arms and clutched at him desperately.
"Why?" he asked, voice sounding delirious. The first tears were starting to fall, and Simon was trying to hold them back for as long as he could. "Why? Did I do something? What did I do Baz? Please tell me! Please I love you so much. You are the reason I get up in the morning, the reason I'm breathing! Baz please, I can't live without you! Ple-" at this point Simon broke down in tears, head hanging low. Sobs wracked his body as he still clung to Baz like a lifeline. Baz blinked after a moment and shook his head, gently pulling Simon's head up and into a light kiss. Simons eyes slid shut and he leaned his forehead against Baz's, allowing their breath to intermingle. Silent tears still slid from his eyes, though he grit his teeth.
"Simon, no. Please, look at me. Simon, please, I need to explain!" Baz was now biting back tears of his own. Simon was hurting, and that meant he was hurting.
"Please, please, please" Simon just repeated the same word over and over again, seeming not to hear him.
"Simon, love, please calm down. Let me explain. I can't be with you because you deserve so much better. I'm not capable of being able to love you like you deserve. I have to constantly leave in the middle of the night to feed, and all of the side effects of being a vampire, and I know, I know that it worries you, and I know that it hurts you, and I can't put you through that pain. Please understand. I'm sorry" He kissed the top of Simons head and stood. Simon didn't move, but instead fell forward onto the couch. He sat back up, looking at Baz through blurry eyes.
"Please" was all he could manage. Baz swallowed and, using every bit of will he had, walked to the door. He opened and closed it behind him, stepping into the cold air. The apartment was silent behind him for a few moments before the wailing started. His every nerve told him to run back to Simon, to hold him, to comfort him in any way he could. He instead fixed his coat and took a step away from the door. Then another. And another. Every step made his chest ache. He couldn't take it. He grit his teeth, steeling himself as the wind itself seemed to try and push him back. Though, on he went, all the way until he reached his own apartment. When he got there, it seemed cold and lifeless. Without turning on a single light, he stripped down his layers until he was just in his sweat pants and shirt and fell asleep.
It hurt. Oh dear stars it hurt. Simon was sure he'd never felt so much pain. Not when he had been set on fire. Not when he had suddenly grown wings. Not after the Humdrum had beaten him and Penny to a pulp. Not when the Mage had tried to steal his magic. No, now everything else seemed tiny compared to the agony he was in now. He felt as though he couldn't breathe. He stood and even the slightest of movements sent the room around him spinning in circles. He took a few staggering steps and fell against the wall, gripping it tightly. A few more steps ended with him sprawled on the floor, crawling and clawing his way to the bedroom as his tears made the ground slick. Finally he reached it and saw what he was looking for. He grabbed one of Baz's favorite shirts and held it close, inhaling deeply. It smelled strongly of him. A little like smoke. Simon let out one more sob and crawled into his bed, still breathing in the scent deeply. And with that shirt and his deliriousness, he could almost make himself believe Baz was still there. Almost.
A/N: So this is what happens when I try to write the final chapter of Revenge in the Snow. I started it out fine, then realized this had nothing to do with the story. So I changed it and made it its own independent story. Do you guys want a chapter two? I have an idea, but I'll only write it if you all want me to. Let me know via review. I'll currently leave the tag as 'unfinished' though. Like, favorite, review, and be kind. Thanks so much guys, I love you!