The next chapter of The Future for the Demigods is coming along slowly so I thought I'd write this little oneshot to keep you guys entertained. Enjoy, I guess.
They're sat under the sun, on top of the hill, oblivious to everything except each other. They laugh shyly at each other, blushing as new lovers do. In their hands they hold strawberries, fresh, ripe strawberries picked from the fields, ready for selling. He watches as she laughs nervously and takes a bite of the strawberry she's holding, her golden hair glinting in the sun like a yellow crystal. He smiles at the way she tucks her legs under her body and gently wipes the trace of a seed from her rosy lips. He can't help but laugh at the way she grins, showing her beautiful white teeth and just looking perfect. Briefly, he wonders if he is gazing at the face of true beauty, a creation far beyond perfection, something godlike and divine, and thinks himself lucky to simply be looking at her.
It strikes his mind, fleetingly, that teenagers like himself surely cannot feel true love, yet the beating of his heart in total rhythm with hers and the fluttering feeling in his chest can't be anything but pure, raw love. His mouth longs for the taste of strawberries, the strawberries that they share together. He leans towards her and as she smiles to herself he can't help but think about the sweet taste of strawberries left on his lips, the taste that he'll remember forever, the taste of that sweet kiss from his beloved. A taste that will last forever.
He lies on his deathbed, a faint smile on his lips, his hand clutching the one whom he shared such strawberries with. It is that taste, that memory, that keeps them together, a bond shared through life and death. He knows her time is nearly up, and his own is close to gone, but he reminds her of old times, simpler times, of sharing strawberries upon the sunny hill in the place where love blossomed, and the sweet taste of the strawberries on her lips is the last thing he tasted, and the memory is the last thing he thought of. A taste that will last forever.