a/n: A short drabble thing I did. It's Paire, so, yeah, either you can handle the incestual implications (or, like me, firmly and foolishly believe that they are not really related), but you can also click the 'back' button right now. I won't be offended, promise. At any rate, this was just something I had an idea for and only had the disclipline to write an uber-short story on. Enjoy and review. :)
She:
Is a child of seventeen, a child who remembers blood and would-be-destructive behavior. Suicidal, fearful jumps from water towers and cliffs. She cuts herself, with almost frantic determination, only to see (with horror in her eyes) the cuts close over. She is compassionate. She has blonde hair and brown eyes and a bright smile. She wears a cheerleading uniform. She hides her dark secrets. The kinds that make her a freak, something mutated, and the key to Earth's salvation.
But all the same, she likes popsicles.
He:
Is a child of twenty-eight, a child who is eager to share himself and what he can do. Who loves his big brother, and wants his brother to respond instead of treating him like a reputation stain. Who wants to help people, no matter what he will give. He is unselfish. He has brown hair and brown eyes and a cocky (really, almost impish) grin. He wears a professional-looking coat and a somewhat-professional-looking job, working with death. He wants to hide that he is really afraid. Just a little.
He's always liked popsicles, too.
They:
Are both children. They both like popsicles. They are both very different, but they are the same. They are the same type of mutated human breed, or perhaps it's the breed that will bring the world to its salvation.
They also:
Are not supposed to be together.
But with so much in common, it's hard for it not to happen.
She:
Says she loves him.
He:
Is hers forever.
She:
Is no longer a child of seventeen, but a young woman of twenty-three.
She doesn't like popsicles so much anymore. She's found inner strength, and he no longer can be her hero.
He can see her slipping away.
She:
Tells him tonight that she's not a child anymore, that she's found someone new. Has had, for a while, actually. Someone her own age, who's dark and rebellious and no good for her, he knows it.
He:
Has lost his world.