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Scott Goldsmith, an unforgettable figure, his striking teal blue hair shimmering under the light. Born into luxury and privilege, he was accustomed to a life of opulence. One fateful night, he met a mysterious stranger who offered him an alluring promise—the gift of vampiric eternal life. The words hung in the air, awakening a curiosity in Scott and pulling him into a realm of possibilities he had never considered. A powerful manor lord.
and,
Avid, a man haunted by the traumas of his childhood and the horrors he has witnessed. His life took a dark turn when he was viciously injured by a mysterious creature, leaving him with a lasting scar. Vowing to protect others from the darkness, he became a vampire hunter. Despite efforts, powerless to save her from a feral vampiric curse.

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Scott recognized his charisma and the way people were drawn to him, but it never held significance for him; there was always a goal or something owed by them to him. Trusting others is always a difficult thing to do.
Yet, Shelby had no specific goal; she simply enjoyed his presence. As a friend and ally, he considered her one of the few people he treated as an equal and wanted around him long term.
However, Avid. There was an undeniable allure about Avid. The introduction may not have been particularly flattering, but something about Avid intrigued Scott deeply, even if he wasn’t fully aware of it at the time.

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Living with an unknown wound that never disapates or heals is indescribable. It feels lost in a whirlwind, labeled insane by those who can't understand the pain held behind. The absence of someone who felt like a sister, created a void in his heart, intensifying the chaos inside of his mind.
Wary of what dangers might be hiding around each corner and bend, but still drawn to and captivated by the vastness of the landscape. Its wide open spaces that invite to explore,
Plagued by the fear that he had fallen for the beings, that he vowed to rid of their influence and seek vengeance for whathappened. Yet, Scott, he was different; there was something captivating about him. Avid's perception of him might not have been entirely fair. He was beautiful and radiant, intertwined with a darkness that revealed genuine.

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When Avid was reborn, he transformed into a figure of striking clarity and purpose. Gone was the dim, faded purple-grey coloured-hair; in its place was a radiant white that gleamed with vitality. Scott couldn’t help but be captivated by this striking change, finding himself entranced by the newfound brilliance of Avid, whose presence now radiated strength and rejuvenation.
Few words are exchanged, but he understands. A brief kiss. A moment of intimacy, for the first time in over six hundred years.

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Trusting others is a difficult thing to do, but loving someone is a terrifying promise .
What Scott only came to understand far too late was the depth of his love for Avid, a love that was reciprocated. Overlooked the lasting glances and unspoken words that filled the spaces between them. Now, alone, Scott found himself grappling with the heavy burden of his emotions, the painful truth that his feelings had remained unspoken
Avid, the first person to show him love that was genuine and not forced or with an agenda—real, unconditional love—is gone

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Ivory-white hair, once a vibrant and smooth teal blue, now falls atop the rock as he rests his head against its rough edges. He closes his crimson sparkling eyes, tears slowly trickle down his colourless face,
“I’m sorry that I didn’t see you, my Allium” Scott whispers quietly, voice breaking at the end, as he presses his cold lips softly against the chiseled stone that reads, “Here lies Avid.” Letting the black rose, which he held in his pale hand, slip from his grasp, it falls in front of him. Symbolising a deep love, and the farewell of death.

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The frigid air wrapped around him, thick with an unsettling stillness that settled deep into his bones. Even in Oakhurst, where oddities, the supernatural, and the paranormal were common, the silence felt particularly heavy. Only the occasional caw of a raven broke the quiet atmosphere, its call echoing through the trees. Scott had long learned that caring too much led to pain, no matter what, so he chose to remain indifferent, convinced that detachment was his only shield against the hurts life and even eternal life had to offer.

"Scott, are you okay?" Shelby asked, her voice cutting through the silence, drawing him out of his thoughts. He slowly raised his head from the grave and turned to look at them, disregarding how he looked. Blood stained tears falling down his face as he mourned. The pain never seemed to get any easier.

Tears continued to stream down his face, the crimson glistening as it caught the dim-faded light of Oakhurst’s sky. His voice trembled, filled with a heavy despair as he slowly spoke, "He'll never know.."

Shelby knelt beside him, the cool ground beneath her contrasting with their shared moment. Looking into his eyes, they asked softly, "He'll never know what?" As she leaned against him, a lack of physical warmth, yet sparking a comforting sense of connection that warmed him from within his cold existence.

"He'll never know how I loved him, Shelby. He's gone now, and I can't accept to think that I'll never see him again. The way his eyes would light up, sparkling like the stars, whenever he was overwhelmed with his excitement. His laugh that echoed so far, you could hear it for miles. And the flush that would sneak up across his cheeks whenever I teased him—it was beautiful, even after he was turned, I swore I could still see it..." Scott's voice trembled as he spoke, remembering Avid, the weight of his emotions overbearing him. 

Shelby leaned forward and hugged him tightly, their own tears streaming from her crimson red eyes. Scott, however, couldn't bring himself to move, let alone hug her back. She whispered something, but he was so disconnected that their words became muffled, leaving him to solely focus on the chiseled piece of stone, more importantly on the three words in front of him: "Here Lies Avid." Haunting him, replaying in his head over and over with no end in sight.