Hamartia: a fatal flaw, decision which led to one's own demise, irredeemable

Note-lyrics are "May I love You"- Trading Yesterday 3

They are each other's saviors, they have whispered countless times in passionate breaths; tucked under the cover of moonlight that inevitably mixes into the sunrise, surrounded by a blanket of protection that never frays, only to be added a stitch in the quilt with each always, forever, mine... The pattern of their lives knitting its own color to match each touch, kiss, and blissful moan.

Purple; the lilac-scent that always lingers on him; the snort she adores when he laughs; her favorite color; the sunsets they watch as they tell stories on summer nights.

Blue; her eyes that twinkle only for him; the sea that bores the life of her people into her veins; endless sky he has always been under, knowing it will always be there for him to give him freedom one day in a city full of loss.

Red; blood of his fallen parents and a scarf that holds a father still remembered; the fire in their veins that burns with a rage so hot, and passion so ablaze; their heartbeats matching in the dead of night; her ruby lips curled up at him, and against his mouth, allowing all that she is into his soul; the roses he gives to her, blushing too much to speak when the wind picks up and a peddle falls on her nose.

Yellow; the endless stars that shine in the South Pole as they lay in a field of snow; the flowers his mother would plant in the garden, bright and shimmering high as the sky; the ring, years later he will eventually, inevitably, give to her with open arms and beet-red face, it all polished and glistening with gold; and sequentially four years later, the eyes of their daughter, with touches of amber that shine like the sun.

All coming together to fabricate what they are, no piece more important than the other, a rainbow of moments blurred together in time.

Some would say they are each other's demise; both young and desperate, a foolish street rat weaseling his way to win the Avatar's love, and the Avatar herself focused more on her desires with a boy than her duty to the world.

They are wrong though, those foolish people; they have no idea.

For they are each other's hamartias in a way that only they themselves, and the people who love them, will ever know.

For destiny can be a cruel thing, and to die for your love is to be blessed and cursed at the same time.

For where was my fault in loving you, he would say, for I would only wish for death so that you can live on, and but to be condemned to love's mercy, and willfully die for you in a heartbeat is my purpose. For you have no control over love, and to that, I am it's slave.

Their fatal flaw was loving each other, for it was written in the stars that those who love, are destined to die and be broken and whole when the other is, feel what the other feels, and intertwine their souls.

They are each other's saviors, and they are each other's sin, but they would not redeem themselves for all the world.

For if their supposed demise was dying for each other, they can hope their story will live on for forever more; to show that love dwindles for no fear or shame, shining on even for death, always, forever, mine...

May I hold you (hold you)
as you fall to sleep.
When the world is closing in
and you can't breathe
may I love you. (love you)
May I be your shield.
When no one can be found,
may I lay you down.