Just an angsty idea I had at about midnight and decided to write it.
Disclaimer, I don't own the characters used in this story, just the idea for the plot.
Enjoy. :)
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How does she do that to you?
She's kneeling down in front of you, her eyes brimming with tears, and her hands are cupping your face. You're sitting against the wall, legs sprawled out against the floor, and arms at your sides. Blood leaks from that new wound you just received, it's numbing.
Red never looked so intriguing to you, until now.
You ignore the pain, choosing instead to look at her, nothing but her.
You were filled with nothing but anger before, it seems to just dissipate now as you look at her heaving figure against your arm.
It should be a crime, really. Aphrodite could never look this beautiful and heartbreaking at the same time.
You remember why you were here in the first place, so you just can't help but look at her and feel the small pull of pity and guiltiness at your heart. It hurts, doesn't it?
Her tears are cascading down her cheeks, the invisible boundary from her chin drops and her tears fall like undisturbed rain.
Her eyes are a ghost of their past now, once bright brown now a darkly color.
But she's still breathtakingly gorgeous to you.
Time seems to stop for the two of you, no one there to be seen, no one there to help. Not even the bastard that stabbed you in the first place.
You take a moment to not look at her, it'd just break your heart again; the heart doesn't break evenly, it leaves ragged edges behind for others to put back, just to stick them in place, and tear it open all over again. That's what she did to you.
The moonlit sky never looked so ugly compared to the goddess on her knees beside you.
You're being covered with all sorts of liquids; her tears, your own tears you didn't know you let loose, and the red, sickening, warm fluid from your side.
Gentle noise of pitter patter against the cold hard floor seems to lull you closer to sleep.
You know that she blames herself for this, but you just gently scold her with a weak smile.
Her cries for help die down in her sobs of loss. You know it. She knows it, but she's denying it.
Running away isn't an option, escaping from your loved ones isn't a choice, so take your time.
"I love you," you manage to whisper to her through your raspy voice, it's losing its pitch and sound, but not its feeling.
Her head slowly raises to look at you, almost afraid to see, but it's too late.
It seems as though fate is against you this time, my friend.
The worst things seem to happen to you when it rains.
