Hey! So I've gotten three reviews, which I'm not entirely satisfied with, but oh well! Here is one-shot number two: The Air, The Sun.
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He's healthier for her. While the other is a drug, and intoxicant, he is the air, the sun.
And all three of them know it.
He may not be human, but blood pulses through his veins, his heart beats under warm, russet skin, and he sleeps, eats, lives.
The other is dead.
His skin stretches over his bones like cold, hard, steel. No heart beats in his chest, and he craves blood, for as none flows through his body. His unnatural beauty and appealence serves as an unfair advantage, but she doesn't care.
She loves him. She is warm, human, living, breathing. And she knows who is better for her, but she doesn't care. Immortality with her soulmate is all she wants. The other doesn't matter when she's with the dead one.
As the two say their goodbyes, for she has chosen the other, he tries to be strong. To not show her just how much pain he is in.
It hurts her. His pain hurts her.
She assures him of her love, love that is strong, but not strong enough.
She tries to be strong, too. Not to break down.
Her pain hurts him as well.
She says goodbye and kisses him for the last time, never to return. He watches her leave, pain ripping through him like razor blades.
He is healthier for her, and all three of them know it.
He is the air, the sun, but when your heart stops beating...
You don't need air, you don't need sun.
I'm crying just writing this. You know what would make me feel better? A REVIEW.