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There was once a gurl who loved science.....
And she formed a brilliant alliance
With a buffoon
who lasered the moon
the partnership ended in violence.
“I love you.”
A dying man’s confession of an admission.
The villain clenched their jaw.
“I’m aware.”
A broken laugh escaped the hero’s lips.
“What kind of answer is that?”
The villain pursed their lips.
“The one that keeps me alive.”
The hero reached for their hand. For some reason, the villain let them take it.
“You are alive. But are you living?”
The villain curled the ends of their fingers around the hero’s, just barely.
“I have everything I could possibly want—“
“Except me.”
It sat between them like a terrible truth, a dead body, a broken promise.
Don’t go falling in love with me, the hero had joked amidst battle, sarcasm and flirtations trading between them with their blows. The villain had scoffed.
Don’t overestimate yourself, hero.
They had both failed. They had wonderfully, horribly, failed.
The hero swallowed.
“Everything, except me.”
The villain’s eyes hardened.
“Would you like me to keep you, then? Lock you up in a pretty little cage, as an object of my affection. Is that what you want from me?”
“I would like for you stop pretending this is nothing—“
“Careful, hero. Falling for a monster like me? How masochistic.”
“Stop talking to me like you hate me.”
Unspoken, between them—
You don’t hate me, do you?
Something softened in the villains face.
“You are a weakness, and yet I cannot shake you.”
Tears welled unbidden in the hero’s eyes.
“Please.”
“Loving me will be your downfall,” the villain warned.
“Then down I shall go.”
The villain studied them for a moment, then dropped their hand.
“Down we shall go,” they murmured softly.
Down they went.
This story does have some of the “wake up, you’re in a dream” type plot, but it isn’t directed at the reader. Just wanted to give a warning because I know how damaging it can be.
“Beware the Ides,” someone whispered. James snapped his head around, but in the bustling market, he couldn’t locate who.
That was the seventh one today.
He cursed, and then hurried for his flat, letting the door bang open against the wall.
He locked it behind him, leaning against the door to catch his breath.
It didn’t mean anything. Just scared people who were more willing to fret about an upcoming day then actually take responsibilities for their problems.
That was all.
Somehow, James didn’t quite believe it.
From just outside his apartment door, someone viciously whispered “Beware the ides.”
When he opened it, the empty hallway stared back at him, as if mocking him.
He closed the door, and locked it.
“Hey, James,” Dahlia said, soothing a piece of his hair back. His respirator clicked in response. She swallowed.
“Your parents were supposed to be here but they—well. They couldn’t.”
His heart monitor beeped.
James whirled, but he couldn’t find the voice. Dahlia, it sounded like Dahlia, but she was dead. Years ago, in an accident.
A chair clattered over against his knees.
Dahlia felt a sob rising in her chest, and tamped it down.
“Celia wants to go to college,” she murmured, as if soothing a fussing child. “The doctors say they don’t think you’ll wake up.”
“Beware the ides,” the voice whispered, and this time, James screamed.
“Who are you?”
His flat didn’t answer him. His voice echoed off the walls.
Dahlia sucked in a breath, chest tight.
“They don’t have the money for you and Celia,” she explained. A nurse clattered by with a cart. “They didn’t want to choose, but Celia. They can still talk to her. But even after all these years, when they talk to you, you can’t respond.”
James grabbed a kitchen knife. The handle was cool to his palm, and it almost slipped with how much he shook. Something rustled in his apartment, and he bolted, slamming out his door and into the hall.
A doctor came in, and she motioned for him to continue. He nodded once, solemnly, and began to disconnect the machines.
She kissed his sleeping forehead once.
“I love you.”
A stranger slammed into him so hard, he almost didn’t feel the knife slide between his ribs.
“Beware the ides,” they hissed in his ear, and then they were gone, leaving him to slide gasping to the floor.
The heart monitor beeped one final time.
And flatlined.
Beware the ides.