he knew that as soon as he came to her, it was too late. he grasped for her body, struck
her face with his open hand, but no draining sensation overwhelmed him, no unending
tiredness came to take over his life. desparetely, he stroked her face, though she didn't
even feel it. giving up, he rested her head against his chin. the first she could touch some
one without fear of their death, and she didn't know it was happening. he held on to her,
wishing his life into her breathless body, but she didn't stir. he could feel the tears burning
his lids. it hurt. pain that wouldn't heal rushed through his body. he wanted to die if it
would save her. he hugged her fiercely and tried to protect her against the world and the
pain in it.
as he held on to her, maybe even for himself more than her, something happened. it
happened slowly, like a sink drain letting water trickle in. it would rush to the tiny holes,
but only be let in bit by bit. as it gained momentum, it went faster and faster, and as he
stared at his hand, he saw the veins push at the skin, making them visible. his facial skin
stretched, stretched forever, against his will. he knew what was happening, and gulped for
air. her eyes opened, her mouth floundering, too. the next few seconds lasted forever and
ended as he forcefully pulled himself away from the touch of their two skins. she stared as
he dropped, dropped by her own doing.
she couldn't stop staring, couldn't stop gasping for breath. she reached for something to
hold herself up, because even with her new life she wasn't standing on her own. his body
slumped on the ground, so sad and alone looking. she wished something was different. she
wished he could hold her without this pain.
more came. she didn't break her gaze on him, even as the doctor and the one-eyed came to
take him away. she knew she wouldn't look away and give up on him. he was too good to
not love. she wanted him. biting her lip brought the taste of blood and she bit harder until
she couldn't feel her lip any more. it was a small hurt for all that he'd done for her. if only it
could count for more, she would be happy. before anyone could take her, make her
answer questions, she fled.
white hair was all she looked for, all she wanted. she dove for its protection and felt the
others arms wrap around her coat, avoiding her skin. she cried and cried, felt herself being
led away, but she didn't stop. the other seemed to understand, the look in her eyes so sad
that she couldn't not have. she cried with the girl.
it was all pain, nothing could save me but pain, she sobbed, and sobbed, and sobbed.
no, nothing can save you but love, the other said, still gripping so tight. the girl looked up
into clear eyes. she still was hurting.
her face with his open hand, but no draining sensation overwhelmed him, no unending
tiredness came to take over his life. desparetely, he stroked her face, though she didn't
even feel it. giving up, he rested her head against his chin. the first she could touch some
one without fear of their death, and she didn't know it was happening. he held on to her,
wishing his life into her breathless body, but she didn't stir. he could feel the tears burning
his lids. it hurt. pain that wouldn't heal rushed through his body. he wanted to die if it
would save her. he hugged her fiercely and tried to protect her against the world and the
pain in it.
as he held on to her, maybe even for himself more than her, something happened. it
happened slowly, like a sink drain letting water trickle in. it would rush to the tiny holes,
but only be let in bit by bit. as it gained momentum, it went faster and faster, and as he
stared at his hand, he saw the veins push at the skin, making them visible. his facial skin
stretched, stretched forever, against his will. he knew what was happening, and gulped for
air. her eyes opened, her mouth floundering, too. the next few seconds lasted forever and
ended as he forcefully pulled himself away from the touch of their two skins. she stared as
he dropped, dropped by her own doing.
she couldn't stop staring, couldn't stop gasping for breath. she reached for something to
hold herself up, because even with her new life she wasn't standing on her own. his body
slumped on the ground, so sad and alone looking. she wished something was different. she
wished he could hold her without this pain.
more came. she didn't break her gaze on him, even as the doctor and the one-eyed came to
take him away. she knew she wouldn't look away and give up on him. he was too good to
not love. she wanted him. biting her lip brought the taste of blood and she bit harder until
she couldn't feel her lip any more. it was a small hurt for all that he'd done for her. if only it
could count for more, she would be happy. before anyone could take her, make her
answer questions, she fled.
white hair was all she looked for, all she wanted. she dove for its protection and felt the
others arms wrap around her coat, avoiding her skin. she cried and cried, felt herself being
led away, but she didn't stop. the other seemed to understand, the look in her eyes so sad
that she couldn't not have. she cried with the girl.
it was all pain, nothing could save me but pain, she sobbed, and sobbed, and sobbed.
no, nothing can save you but love, the other said, still gripping so tight. the girl looked up
into clear eyes. she still was hurting.