Yeah, oneshot. Verv very short. However, hope you like!

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When he spoke with such anger at her it startled her.

It startled her that perfection was capable of anger. It startled her that angels were capable of destroying innocence.

But so he was, he was certainly angry and he was certainly breaking her.

"You try my patience, make your choice"

Those words stung her like a million tiny needles digging into her delicate, porcelain flesh. How could she choose between her childhood love, the little boy who went out to the sea to rescue her scarf, and the angel in which she held at such high esteem and yet regarded so fondly?

She couldn't do it. So she let the hot tears flow down her cheeks in small streams, leaving trails down her cheeks and a salty taste in their wake as they fell to her parted lips.

She let him see her cry. He had to know that she was in pain too.

So she took a step forward, bravely taking in another shaky breath to approach the monster.

She kept on 'til she was in front of him, the water beneath her feet sloshing but rippling to a still when she stopped.

She brought his face down to her's and placed the last kiss they would ever share upon his nearly trembling lips.

She felt tainted, like a blood-stained doll. Tainted to know that this kiss was of her own selfish needs to return the Vicomte to her. Tainted to know that her lips had known the caress of another that was not her angel.

Tainted to know that she would be the death of him.

She kept the kiss going, feeling her heart pang as he began to break beneath her. She could hear the sound of his heart shattering in his chest, the already broken pieces of his mind scattering and fragmenting more.

As she pulled away she looked deeply into those eyes, those eyes she could never learn to love yet longed so desperately for.

He quivered more, body shaking as tiny cries came from him. Whimpers escaped his lips as tears fell rapidly from the angelic and the distorted side of his face, tears rolling down both soft and warped flesh.

She knew she'd destroyed him.

She knew she'd upset him.

She knew she'd had to let him go.