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"Are you awake?" he said, whispering in my ear, his lips brushing against it. I loathed him, despised him, and wished he would rot in the flames of Hell along with his crisp ashes. He brought me through so much pain and embarrassment, so much deceit and too many lies to count. Yet, somehow, I loved him. Perhaps it was because of our past, or maybe because of the way things were now. I had no one to turn to, no one but him.

"No." He chuckled, obviously humored at my little joke. But I did not laugh, for I could not. After all...

He destroyed my life, and now I was living in his. The irony of it all was just amazing.

"Did I wake you up?" he whispered once more, this time leaning on one elbow on the bed next to me. I kept my eyes shut, not wanting to see his revolting face, the same face that had tormented me for years, five to be exact, since the day we met to the day he was on the verge of dying. But I knew I had to. It was no longer my life; I had chosen to live this way, chosen to live with him.

"Yes." I replied semi-consciously. I wasn't listening to him at this point, and could not try to find the meaning behind his words. He lied to me about them, and now…

But that was not the complete truth. He did not wake me up just because he called to me. He woke me up because of the nightmares I was forced to endure. It was all because of him that I could not sleep at night, bags threatening my face. His face woke me up that dreadful day, when he completed his revenge. I should have known; something terrible made him change. …It wasn't his fault… that was the lie I kept telling myself.

"My bad. Forgive me?" I hated his voice, but it was pointless to try and deny the fact that I loved his deep, enriching voice, the one filled with sweetness, because it was special. He only used that voice on me. I always was able to smile at that thought. It was comforting to know that I was special.

"…" I did not reply. There was no need to. He knew that he always had my forgiveness, no matter the circumstances. It was a terrible weakness of mine, and he took every chance to exploit it.

"Do you love me?" he asked, placing a gentle kiss on my neck. Ha! Gentle. How hilarious. The word gentle did not belong in the same sentence as Jet. But... I can't help but use it on him.

Yes, Jet. He is the one who ruined my life, forcing me to live like this. He got what he wanted.

Me.

You're probably confused. Let me explain. Through my whole life, I was hoping I would be able to live a happy one, but I only spit at those memories now. I was no longer living in my little fantasy world, where life was like a calm river, no stones stopping its path. But once I found the Avatar, my life changed drastically.

My brother and the Avatar… the situation is so terrible now, that I cannot even remember their names.

"Why are you crying love?" I hastily wipe away my tears, just noticing them now, but nothing would stop the endless water falling from my eyes. Jet took my hands into his own, allowing them to warm up from the freezing temperature that it was positioned in. He brushed his lips on my cheeks, literally kissing my tears away. I couldn't help but smile. He was the only one capable of bringing me back into the imaginery happy lifestyle I used to dream about, one where I would be in the strong and caring arms of a man who cared for me deeply. My thoughts went back to his question, the one I had yet to answer.

... Do you love me?...

"Yes..." I whispered, snuggling up against him his (I will admit it) strong chest. "I do...love...y-" My sentence trailed off there, my thoughts starting to jumble up into a haze. I did love him, for love not only brought joy, it brought pain as well, bring the two unreunited lovers together. I couldn't help but love him, even through all our troubles.

For the first time, I could fall asleep without having to stay half-awake, in case I was attacked. I knew I was in the arms of my lover, and for once in five months, I felt at peace. My last thoughts were flashbacks though, for nothing could be perfect.

As I said before, it stated five years ago...


I reposted it, editing and adding more interesting things in. Please continue to review, I will update soon (hopefully) now that I think I have an idea how to start.