This was a birthday gift to my dear Wolfspirit44 earlier this month but of course I'm only posting it now because I'm a terrible person.
This is a raw mess. Happy Valen-angst Day, everyone.
When he suddenly finds her tangled in his arms, her tears wet on his fingertips, her soft breath tickling his lips, the red red sun on her hair scorches his mind. The ocean waves are afire under the sunset, and they have tumbled literally head over heels into each other, landing on the soft amber sand of the beach.
She is mere inches away and he knows that the only thing that separates them now is this small unforgiving distance.
This is his test—when after finally remembering every bit of detail about the demon that he is, when after finally confessing to himself that he indeed loves her—this is his resolve.
If he truly loves her, he cannot succumb to his faulty hopes and dreams. If he truly loves her, he will carry the weight of his past on his own shoulders and leave her out of the mess that he is. If he truly loves her, he will only stand by her once he has dug himself a grave large enough to hold all his wrongdoings and cover it up with all his attempts to correct them.
But right now, in this moment when the sun gazes down on the two of them, together, he finds he can't resist and he pulls closer and closer, lets the gravity of his regrets take him down and—
He sees his shadow falling over her face. The silhouette of his figure darkens her radiant skin.
He pushes himself away. He knows the closer he comes to the light, the darker and the longer his shadow becomes.
He tells her a lie, but she knows the truth—that he is waiting for the point in their paths where they will cross again, the time in their futures when he is ready to take her hand without scolding his own.
She will wait too.
He lets her out from under him, exchanging an unspoken promise with her. There's a tint of embarrassing pink on her cheeks, and he treasures the color before they both turn away to retreat for the night with a knowing smile, hearts warm like the beach under the glowing sun.
He vows to himself that the next time she is ever in his arms like that again, he would be ready and he would never let her go.
So he prepares himself for that day when he finds her in his arms again, but he isn't prepared for the last time she slips out of them.
Then, he calls her name desperately, and the only response he gets from her is the cold thud of her body falling flat onto the earth. He cries for her again, and when he suddenly finds her tangled in his arms, her soft breath tickling his lips, the red red blood on her hair scorches his mind.
She has pushed herself too hard, and when he looks into her eyes and sees the sun staring back at him, fading, setting, he knows the night will come soon.
She is mere seconds away and he knows that the only thing that separates them now is this small unforgiving time between life and death.
He once promised to himself that if she was ever in his arms again he would never let her go, but here, he realizes with a deep clenching anguish that he can do nothing but watch his sun set with the softest smile on her lips, a loving whisper on her final breath.
He would never forgive himself for being too slow in resolving his uncertainties.
Sunsets never looked the same again—all he sees is the same color scarlet bleeding from a sun that shone too bright. Every day passes and he makes sure to say goodbye to the golden horizon before the last bits of light slip past the edge of the ocean to leave him cold at night and enshrouded in shadows.
He ensures he does it before it's too late, because he regrets never having done so the first time.
Yeah I know it's short and undeserving but let me know your thoughts~
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