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         “ look at me. ” his hands were on her face, making sure there was no chance she would be able to stare at the bloody mess behind him. this was NOT what he had planned- for her to KNOW so soon, so early into their meeting 

     (and she had been so lovely, so so great, why did she have to show up RIGHT NOW?!)

        the mess that was behind him (was it one, were it two corpses? it was too GRUESOME to make sense of it) was no longer making any noise- screames and wheezes had been heard before, echoing into the night like silent calls- but Asher couldn’t care less. a witness. she was a witness and he had to do something about it (killher?).

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     “I’m even afraid of reading now.” The worst part of the crisis ( or whatever was the name of what was currently affecting her ) had passed and she seemed to have some control on her abilities again, but not all of it had come back in her hands. Flames still flickered on her skin and hair from time to time, as if her body was in bloom. As Chris spoke, a tiny flame coiled around her finger, then disappeared after seconds. “I’m afraid of doing anything.” She looked sad - as if the world had fallen on her shoulders.

         his arms soon wrapped around her frame, pulling her closer. not caring if the flames dancing around her skin would cause him any harm. right now all the boy wanted was to make sure she felt comforted, that she felt at least a bit safe in his arms. “ listen to me, chris. this is not the end of the world- of course, it is a new situation but we’re going to find a way to deal with it. ” asher kissed the tip of her nose and combed her hair with his fingers. “ you’ve never felt your powers at full length, and it’s alright to be scared. but you’re strong, my love. ”

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" listen- " his hands where on her shoulders, keeping her attention to him. "- I don't have much time, and I'm using to keep you safe so please, PLEASE Chris, you have to follow me. you have to leave them. " there were tears on his eyes as he spoke. deep down he hoped Chris would make his dying wish come true and live her life. live it for both.

     it was not supposed to go that way. He was not supposed to be the first to die. It had to be her. Everything - her life, her own birth, her parents’ rules, all of it reconnected to her dying, a fact she had always accepted wholeheartedly. She knew it when Asher’s lips had first touched hers, when his arms had first wrapped around her waist. They had known it all the way. That knowledge echoed in every second they spent together. It had to be her, not him. He had not done anything to deserve such an early death, not when he had the chance of a whole life ahead of him. Not him. Not him. Anyone, anything else, please, but not him.

     Chris did not know what Father had done to him in the time they had spent alone in the room, but it had hurt Asher greatly. His clothes were drenched in blood and so was his face, but despite all the pain and the wound he tried to go on, to take her away till he had time and strength enough. It pained her. Pins and needles pierced through her heart - very appropriate for a martyr like herself. Asher put his hand on her shoulders and Chris was aware he was using her to steady himself on his feet. He asked for promises when he should be focusing on himself. He was delirious. She barely heard his words. She could only look at him ( all that blood oh my god so much blood I WILL I WILL I WILL SHOW YOU FEAR IN A HANDFUL OF DUST ) and silently pray to her people’s gods, if there were any left at all. I’ll give my life for him too. Let him live. Let him go.

     “Don’t worry about me.” Her voice cracked and she did not do anything to conceal it. For the first time in a long, long time, tears filled her eyes. It would be the first and the last time he would see her cry - her, so full of life and love, strong even in the darkest times. And yet she kept on talking as if her sight was not blurry and her eyes not watery. “You need to rest. You can’t keep walking like this.” Tears ran down her cheeks now. Her own voice screamed in her head. Stanzas were yelled in every corner. She felt like her sanity was flowing away with her pain. 

     “D-don’t—” Chris could not finish the sentence. She held Asher closer and leaned forward so that he could rest on the wall behind him. His blood smeared on her hair, face, dress, and she did not care. She would have stopped the hemorrhage with her body had she had the chance. She was sobbing at this point. “P-please, don’t die.” A whisper at first, then the more she repeated that sentence, the louder her voice. She wanted to scream it at the top of her lungs. 

     ( not her golden boy )     ( take everyone take everything take the world take me but don’t take him )     ( don’t take him away )

     “Don’t die on me, Asher!”

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‘I think sometimes I am not a woman, but the light that falls on this gate, on this ground. I am the seasons, I think sometimes, January, May, November; the mud, the mist, the dawn.’

       “ that sounds very poetic, if I may say. ” the boy mumbled, looking up at the girl as he sat down. “ does it mean that, sometimes, you think to be everything? ”

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     his lips were so close, so close that they were begging her to kiss them, but she did not have the time. Asher wrapped his arms and legs around her, trapping her near him, almost taking her breath away. Chris gasped at first, then laughed, completely awake. If he had planned to make her go back to sleep, he had failed. Her arms, still a bit free to move, slowly wrapped around his chest. “The perfect plan not to make me leave,” she whispered in his ear.

        he laughed as well, nuzzling against her neck. “ good, because you’re staying in bed with me ALL day. ” the boy said, loosening his embrace for a while so he could look down at her. gosh, wasn’t she perfect? the thought crossed his mind, and asher leaned down to kiss her forehead. then her cheeks, her nose, her chin, covering her face with kisses before his lips would press against hers- in a delicate yet passionate kiss. all while holding her close to him.

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                                         He was thrown away at the mercy of a place he did not knew.                         A place he had fallen in love so blindly-                                                  to the point it took all away from him.

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                                         He was thrown away at the mercy of a place he did not knew.                         A place he had fallen in love so blindly-                                                  to the point it took all away from him.

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        I can’t share my life with anyone.it’s a miserable planet you’ve landed on, sickness,but it’s MINE and I don’t want company. so, now, you see what I tell you to see, whether you want it or not. because you’re mine now, you fuckin’ idiot. you made yourself a part of me and my shitty, compulsive life. 

                 you’re my sad, tortured little audience. 

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but in a goodbye bed with my arms around your neck into our mouths the tears crept just kids in the eye of the storm and as my house spun round my dreams pulled me from the ground forever to search for the flame for home again

for home again.

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     his body was so warm that Chris could not help snuggle him, her head resting next to his shoulder. Till she had met him, she had never known the comfort and the safety waking up near someone could give. Had she been more awake, she would have smiled more widely. Chris looked up at the boy. “What if I tried to leave again, hm?”

        asher couldn’t help but love whenever she snuggled closer, it was a feeling he’d never forget (not in a million years). a gentle smile appeared on his lips that soon turned into a playful one at her words. “ well... ” leaning closer, lips almost touching hers, “ I guess I’d have to trap you here, in my arms- ” both arms and legs wrapped around her body “- and never let go! ”

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            the streets were empty and silent on that night. not even the wind was present, a dead night it was. which matched the man’s aura as he made his way down an alley. left behind him were lifeless bodies and bloodied footsteps (he couldn’t give a fuck about those, he knew he wasn’t going to be tracked whatsoever, people just gave up on trying to find him), hints of the lovely time he had just spent. 

            (could you blame him for enjoying himself in that river of blood and cruelty? he, who was taught only that?) 

           as he walked, asher lit up a cigarette and took a long drag from it. enjoying the silence and relaxing feeling of that night (and not knowing it would end soon).

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     this time it took her little to be convinced. With a sleepy smile, she rolled away from the edge of the bed and back near Asher’s body, lazily lying an arm on his chest. “I hope you’re ready to endure me for a little more, then?”

       he rolled on the bed, arms ready to bring her even more closer as soon as she moved back to the bed. “ you know I’d endure you for even more. ” asher said, lips pressing against her forehead. “ so stay here with me, okay? ” 

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            “ oh no, young miss- you aren’t going to leave the bed yet, it’s too early! ”

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