The Last Breath of a dying Elf

Disclaimer – I own nothing

Just a short story that I came up with when feeling particularly sad

The writing in italics is her thinking

So this would be it,

I thought, as the pain over took me again and again.

Wave after wave the surging pain came over me, rendering me nearly unconscious.

For years and year s I had just one lover, my only love, for hundreds it was just me and him against the world, but now, now he is gone, and the breaking of me heart was the cause of all my pain.

There was no grief, for he was not dead, no, he had betrayed me, left me with nothing but the emptiness that I felt, and now, as I could nearly hear the splitting of my heart as everything that I had once loved was gone, I let myself hurt.

I felt nothing for a while, and as I slowly opened my eyes, I saw that it was dark,

Is this the hall...the hall of stone where mortals and elves that die on this land come too?

I decided it wasn't after the shapes of trees could be seen, no, it was not nearly over.

I remembered all that he had said to me,

I'm sorry,

It doesn't feel right,

We are too different,

I can not pretend that we are even near good,

Even the touch of your hand on mine is wrong and sickening,

Nothing is good and I cannot believe you thought we were

The tears started again, it was like opening the flood gates,

Every time I thought of me and him, him and me, all the times we shared, the best parts and the worst, more droplets of salty water fell to the ground.

It was useless trying to get out of this state, not only had he left, he had gone far away, so he didn't have to see the damage he had done.

I convulsed, sending me off of my bed and onto the floor, again and again I thought of our long walks in between the trees, the swimming in the rivers, the water fights, the pillow fights, the secret jokes we had, all the little things, the fact he knew every part of me, and I him. We were perfect then...

What went wrong

was all I could scream in my head, as I gave up trying to stop the tears and just lay there, knowing the end was not far off.

I wondered if he would even care, it had taken him a year to decide that he didn't want me, and in that year we had so many fights, so many uncomfortable silences, yet still the lust was there on his part, which made it even worse when I realised the elf I came to love for so many years didn't love me anymore, but didn't mind using me for his needs.

I felt sick, I couldn't be sick anymore because there had been nothing in me for weeks, days, I did not know or care.

This elf was dying, and in my last minute,

I saw the door open, and warm arms take me into theirs

That familiar smell...

But he was too late, yet I managed to whisper one sentence:

"I still love you"