Cuts Heal, Bruises Fade
Summary: the line between heaven and hell is easily crossed. So they go ahead and meet up in purgatory.
Note: Okay, the last chapter pairing was Luke/Annabeth – so, Inferno, you were partially correct. (Bet you didn't see that one! Don't you feel sorta stupid now?) So . . . who can guess this pairing, I wonder?
2. Hell Is Where the Heart Is
She lives in heaven; he, hell. They are on opposite sides of the spectrum. Light. Dark. Hyena. Lion. A constant struggle; an infinite fight. (Damned forever.)
Two necessary forces (not opposing, but embracing the other a little too roughly).
She, with her witty remarks and snide comebacks. He, with his "don't-care" attitude and fiery determination. Her, a queen – a ro-yal among the royals. He, a lowly messenger – a sly, dirty thief. (A snake – mesmerizing and enchanting, but a deadly poison under the surface.)
Something like this – this so-called "love" they shared – was wrong. It defied all laws of nature; the rules of humanity. [So tell me, why does it feel so right?] It was an addiction.
. . .
They feed off each other – the power-hungry girl and vengeful boy. (Too old now to be called children; too stupid to pass as an adult.)
The taste, the smell, the lust – there is never enough time, never enough memories to last; never enough high to hold on to.
So they play pretend. In the moments dominated by need, they allow their minds to conjure up some pleasant fantasy. (They are in love, boyfriend and girlfriend . . . They are together, she his fiancée . . . They met in a café in Paris . . .)
It is stupid, they know, to play and allow their defenses to lower. So stupid for them to act like they are madly in love – that death will not separate them. (Because this is just a white lie – and lies always, always hurt the worst – especially the white ones.)
They do it anyway.