Drabble: Kill me. (Yes, give me all the angst).
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there’s blood on her hands. it’s hot, the bright red contrasting against the pale of her skin.
she can still hear the beating of his heart– weak, but it’s there. steady.
minwoo’s smiling at her now, his shaking hand rising to cup her cheek as a tears start to fall. she doesn’t even notice.
he’s fading away right in front of her eyes and she can’t save him because he doesn’t want to be saved. and she hates herself for being so in love, for going along with his silly human wishes because it’s her that’ll have to live out the rest of her existence without him. wishing every minute that she could be with him in hell.
it’s happening again, and even though her fangs are poking out from her gums, ready at any moment in case he changes his mind.
humans are fickle creatures, and solara is reminded of this every moment. they have their pride, their desires. but most of them also fear death, would do anything to prolong their own lives, no matter how selfish.
minwoo is selfish in that he refuses to fear death. he doesn’t care who leaves behind. he’s a free spirit with nothing to lose and it makes solara want to rip his hair out. he doesn’t fear death and refuses to be saved.
he is a man who doesn’t love. he is a man without attachment.
and solara remembers why it’s hard to fall in love. it’s a sickness.
it manifests itself into pain in her heart, into nausea in her stomach. she can’t take much more of the metallic scent of his blood on her.
“i’ve always wanted…to die at your hands…” minwoo wheezes out and solara can hear the collapse of his lung, the hard beat in his chest.
there’s blood on her hands, and this time it isn’t minwoo’s as she opens a cut on her wrist and forces her own blood into his mouth.
it’s everything minwoo would never want, but solara forces him to be something he detests.
he dies at her arms and is reborn again to live a life in death.