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The world wept with her.
The soft drops of rain fell soundlessly onto the ground.
The wind has stopped.
The sea settled.
She was panting.
The world wept with her as her hands held his neck, and the grass under them seemed to be trembling just like her whole body, and her vision blurred from unreleased tears, and he… He stood there like nothing was happening.
The world wept with her as she was standing in front of the biggest decision she's ever faced, the hardest dilemma, the worst restraint.
Chosen couldn't kill Dark, no. She couldn't kill him even though she'd wanted his death more than anything else for the past few years. She couldn't kill him even though he wasn't even trying to fight back anymore.
She couldn't kill him because she loved him.
And so she ended up there, in front of him, with palms pressed against his throat, feeling like the stupidest person in the whole ass universe simply because she couldn't find the strength in herself to tighten her grip. Because she wasn't prepared for this moment and never would be ‘cause fuck, she loved him.
And what would life be without Dark, anyway? What would it be without his dumb ideas to take over the Outernet and the morning coffee he'd sometimes make for her? What would it be without the quiet days and the arguments over who washes the dishes this time and the long conversations? What would she be without him?
She didn't wanna find out.
He didn't either.
Because what would he see on the other side? Did any other side exist at all? Was he even able to die? None of them knew.
And so he stood there, because making a move could make him find out.
But he was clever enough to speak. The sentence before was sarcastic.
“You can't do it.” He muttered, and then his voice became a whisper. ”You can't kill me.”
Her fingers twitched, but she didn't press harder against his skin. She wouldn't dare.
And his tone was sickly warm as he spoke, “You can't kill me because you love me.”