They called him heartless. They called him cold. These words meant nothing to him, drifting away from his hands like crushed butterfly wings on the zephyr. Cato was a monster, a killer. That's how he identified, as easily as one might state their own name. He was to always be this way, until the day he is to be buried in the earth, to decay within the soil and stone.
Always, right?
Then why, why did that girl come in the picture? He was supposed to be apathetic, he was supposed to be cruel. Then why, when he saw her broken corpse lying limply in the grass, why did he cry to her? Beg her to stay with him?
She had screamed for him mere seconds before the stone met her skull. Her last word had been his name, a summons...
...And he had not responded.
Not until her final breath of air left her lips, not until her heartbeat sputtered and flickered out like a candlelight moved by the breeze.
Not until he knelt by her side, gathered her cold body in his arms, and cried into the bitter air.
A/N: Merry Christmas, Misty! It's not actually Christmas but I made this for Christmas and I just happened to edit the version I gave you for the snowball challenge and tried to make it better. You made me start shipping these guys and I can't forgive you for that [just kidding haha… but still]
And if you aren't [or are] Misty, I hope you enjoy this little fic! I might make some more content on these two in the future… but who knows right? Certainly not me!
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(although i should know i have no idea what the hell i'm even doing with my life in the first place so ;_;)