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What was it that made me let my guard down?

She stepped out of the darkness and into the light, hesitantly at first, perhaps out of fear, but trusting her instincts, she finally gave in. The light gently fell on her legs and lifted upwards, revealing her shapely body and unveiling her face.

I did not move. My arms hung limply by my side, hands still gripping the steel blades that were warm with my victims' blood.

No, she was determined not to be stopped by my forced indifference. She continued until we were breaths away then buried her face on my chest. Her fingers slid across a heavily bleeding wound on my side and lingered for a moment, her eyes crinkling with pain at the thought that I was not strong enough to heal myself. They trailed up my shattered armor, stopping above my heart.

All this time I did not look at her, but at the darknesss from where she came. If I gave in now, my resolve would have all been for nothing.

She stepped back and placed her hands on my hips, tipping her delicate face upwards to me, "Your heart is not dead. It beats. No one has ever felt it as I do." She paused and waited for a reply, but I gave her none.

With a swift movement of her arm, she revealed a bloodied steel blade of her own. "Allow me to give you the most precious gift I possess. Let me lay my kill at your feet." With that, she slashed the side of her neck. Upon the blade's command, flesh gave away and a wound bloomed open. As blood flowed out, she looked at me with hazy eyes that showed something more than love - acceptance.

In that instant, she shattered the wall that had been building between us. If I were to reciprocate I had to do it now, for rejection was death. My arms came to life and consumed her petite figure as my fangs found her wound, making her life essence mine. "You stupid girl," I choked out. Stupid, stupid girl! My bloodied lips moved away from her neck and found her lips. As we kissed, I felt her smile. She wrapped her arms around my waist, engulfing me in her warmth, with one of her hands cupping my wound. The blood had ceased flowing and the flesh had mended itself, leaving only a scar behind.

I dropped my blades. The clanging echoed on into the dark chasm, signifying the end of our lonely pasts littered with the dead. With our bodies pressed firmly together, we brought life back into our worlds of constant pain, silent struggles, war and deaths. Separated by no barriers, bound by no restrictions, and finding peace in each other, our souls fused together and became whole.

Stephanie W.


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