The wind blew violently, a warning of an upcoming storm. Ayleth always had a way to get what she wanted. I never could say no to those bright blue eyes of hers. Her life was at risk, and even then I couldn't say no. I told her she would die if she stayed with me, but she didn't seem to care. She seemed to think that I was worth the risk of her losing her life. I started to wonder what I meant to her. For the first time in my life, I felt important.
It was time to be a man, though. She needed me more than ever now, to direct her away from this mess that could very well cost her life. I took a deep breath, squeezed her shoulders tighter, and challenged those blue eyes once again.
"Ayleth, I-"
Her soft lips met mine once more and everything around us seemed to disappear. It was only me and her. She pulled away, leaving me mesmerized. She looked so beautiful then, her long blonde hair blowing in the wind, her eyes moving from my lips to my eyes.
"What was it you were going to say?" She smirked, a hint of fake innocence on her face.
"I want you to stay with me." I gave in. I didn't want to say goodbye to those kisses. I wasn't ready to leave her.
She hugged me tightly and we sat there, embracing each other. When she pulled away, I could see tears building up in her eyes, threatening to betray them.
"Please don't cry," I wiped her tears away with my sleeve. "I'm never going to leave you."
She smiled a real genuine smile. I knew she was happy to hear those words.
"Is there a cure for this curse?" Ayleth asked.
"Well, I've heard a few traders in Riverwood talking about a man in Morthal. He supposedly does rituals to extract the curse."
Ayleth jumped to her feet and helped me off of mine. "You need armor first. Just because you're immortal doesn't mean you don't need protection." She winked.
"Now that's the Ayleth I know."