Reasons
Why
Drabble by: Sarah Slutz
He has guts, I can definitely appreciate that. He is also the kindest, most honest, gentlest human I've ever met. Determined. Courageous. Strong too; well at least for an unenhanced human. He seems to be the most powerful of his species and that's something to be respected.
Why is he even interested? I'm not human anymore. He will grow old and die and I will still look as young as I look now till the end. He knows I'll never be able to show all those intricate emotions that they so like displaying. I have already rejected him in several occasions and he still seeks me out, determined.
For that matter, why should -I- be interested? He's always going to want more than I can give, even if right now he's claiming he won't. I'll have to see him shrivel and die right in front of my eyes. He's short and a bit too cheerful for my taste. He's a better person than I'll ever be, no matter how long I live.
So why is it that I'm not rejecting him out of hand, laughing at the very idea? Why is it that I'm standing here, actually listening to him?
He finally stops talking and just stares up at me, his eyes big and hopeful. What was it that he said? Just give us a chance.
Abruptly, I make my decision. Why the hell not?
As for the why, I just want to. Have I ever needed to have any other reason before?
I lean down and kiss him, surprising the hell out of him. He returns the kiss after a few chocked and violent heartbeats and my decision is further solidified. He's actually a very good kisser.