Title: They wait
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They wait; wait for the other to make the first move, the first mistake. If something happens, it will kill them, if nothing happens, it will kill them. What have they got themselves into?
Both of them know they can't live without the other. One is the lungs and one is the air. They need each other to survive. He needs her; she will fix him because he needs fixing. She will sow him back together, to make him whole. She needs him to hold together the fragile pieces that define her. Without each other they will function, but there will be no emotion in their eyes. Their life will become work. They will become distant with each and every person they have spoken too. They will be shattered into a million pieces, never to be whole again. If nothing happens they will explode, causing damage to all those near and far.
But if something does happen, death will be inevitable. The air the lungs inhale is toxic, and the lungs will block themselves from the rest of the world, rejecting the toxic air. He will be fixed, but he will continue to rip each stitch that she has delicately made with every pill, every drink, and every sarcastic, bitter word from his mouth until they are all out. She may be held together by the strongest glue, but fragile things are easily broken, especially by him.
They cannot exist without the other, but if together the combination of the two would be deadly. So they both wait, watching, hoping for the other to make the first mistake.