A/N: Inspired by Jeff Buckley's "Hallelujah." Such a good, sad song. And this is a sad, sad work. Enjoy.

It's so quiet, and he's holding me still.
His old "home" is in flames, so we're outside. Sitting in the grass somewhere, under the moon.
It's so quiet.
His arms are wrapped around my shoulders, while I'm sitting there in his lap.
With his face buried in my hair, he takes a deep breath and lets it out in a sigh.
I could be content there forever, if that night would never end. Never speaking a word, never moving from that spot.
In this moment, he's all I need.
He speaks, voicing what we both know but neither of us wants to say,
"You know...that I'm leaving tomorrow."
"...I know."
Still and quiet, and I can hear him breathing, synced perfectly with me...
I can feel that breath on my shoulder, feel the longing in his grip on me. The reluctance to let go.
"I have to. I can't linger in one place for too long. Without another soul, my power will-"
"Please." My lips brush his hand. "You don't have to explain it to me. I knew I couldn't have you forever."
"Grell..."
"What else can I say? You know I don't want you to go." And he holds me a little tighter.
We've had so many nights together, but they've never been this dark. Even the stars seem hushed and dim.
But the moon is a glowing spotlight overhead, and it won't let us hide anything tonight.
I turn in his arms to look at him, and he's so, so beautiful...like the first time we met.
On the outside, he hasn't changed one bit. But those crimson eyes I fell in love with are dull as they gaze back into mine.
No charming sparkle, no gleam of wit...
We haven't the time for pretense anymore.
"Is it...unrealistic to hope we'll see each other again?"
"No. But I can't say how long you'll have to wait." His fingers run through my hair, twirling it around the white fabric of his gloves.
More silence. It drifts through the thin night air, and I can see it blowing past his bangs. His eyes never leave me.
That thing I've been working for for so long, I finally have it: his undivided attention...but only for the night.
It was nice, the time we had together. I loved him so much, so strongly. I still do. More than words could ever say...
More than I've ever felt anything...
But immortality is a gift and a curse. I have my duties as a Reaper. And he has a duty to sustain himself...
Now that his little master is gone-how ironic that I wanted this so badly!-he has to leave.
Watching him while we sit there together, I can see moonlight in his hair.
I can see pain shining in his eyes. Tears.
And I kiss them away. Very softly, my lips brush his skin, and he shivers. He looks so distressed.
"I don't want-"
"It's all right, darling, I know." Whatever he has to say, it's going to hurt us both. As much as I want to talk to him about everything, about everything...I can't bring myself to do it.
Our lips meet, and his hand holds me close. And we're clinging to each other like frightened children, because if we ever let go, the world will fall apart.
If my arms don't stay hooked around his neck, he'll disappear and I'll lose him forever, and oh God, I want to keep him...!
Knowing he wants me, too, knowing he would hold me forever if he could, it only hurts more that I have to let go.
For a long moment, we're just locked together, and we're on the ground then, gasping and moaning in the grass.
His hand slides up my stomach, and my mouth frees itself to say, "No..."
Stillness, and he hovers over me.
"No. Not now. Not tonight, love. Just hold me...please..."
Because it's this night, he won't argue with me. He lays by my side, and our hands are still tightly clasped.
Staring up at the sky, I can't even make myself look at him. What can I do at a time like this?
What could I possibly say that would be enough, that would let him know how much he is to me...?
"I love you..."
He kisses my hand softly.
"And that means more to me than you know. But...I can't..."
"I know." I've always known. It didn't stop me from wanting him like mad. The fact that I couldn't have him only made him more attractive.
But there's no future for a demon and a Reaper, together. It just doesn't work.
"...I'll look for you. Wherever my new contracts take me," he says quietly, "I'll diligently search for a flash of red hair."
"Hm. Wouldn't that be nice...?" My smile is really genuine as I shake my head, "I'll try to wait. I'll go all over the world, and when I find you...maybe things will be the same." We're both just talking. We both know that none of this makes any sense.
We knew things will never be the same. We know there's no way to go back to what we had before tonight.
But talking like that makes it easier. So we'll fool ourselves.
It's getting so late. I can see in his face that he's thinking about it; he has to go soon.
Panic sets in for a moment, and I pull him very close, clinging tightly again.
"Hold me, darling, a while longer. Stay right here. I'll go to sleep and have the very best dreams...right here in your arms."
"As you wish, my lady." His arms around my stomach, his hand gently stroking my skin. So perfect...and it hurts so much.
"Good night, Sebastian." My hand trembles as it covers his. "Good night..."
"...good night." We both know this is good-bye. "Sleep well..."
"I love you..."
"Shh... Go to sleep..."