AN: This is my first attempt at One Shots. This is brief and kind of pointless, it just came to me at 1am on my 20th birthday and I wrote it down. Let me know what you think.
She's beautiful. She's complicated. She's quiet.
She's his.
She's tired lately. She always seems so pale, so frail...
She's dying.
He doesn't know how to to process that information. He doesn't know what to do or say.
She's supposed to be his forever.
He yelled at her last week; over some pointless little thing like losing her keys or not wearing a scarf when it was cold out...
She knows he loves her.
He misses her sometimes when he doesn't see her for a few days. He misses her smile, the way she looks at him, her kiss, her scent. He thinks he would have missed her if they never met...
She's leaving soon.
He doesn't know how to let go and he's holding on too tight. It hurts. It's stifling.
She doesn't mind.
It's a tragic love story, the kind the poets tell.
She loves him.