ONE-shots

Far Too Young To Die

"Please! No... Please! I take it back! I don't... I didn't..." my voice faltered, sorrow streaming through the all-too-evident cracks in the sound. "Please don't leave me. Not like this. Not right now. Please, I'm begging you." I took a step away from her, my thoughts racing. Why? Why? Why? It swirled around and around. I couldn't focus, I couldn't breathe. She stood unspeaking in front of me, her hair falling over her eyes. She kept glancing up at me; she wouldn't meet my eyes.

"I don't want this. I never did. I don't even like you, and you... you just inserted yourself into my life. You knew who I was, but you didn't care. All you cared about were your own selfish desires. You never even considered that I didn't like it when we touched, when you held my hand, when you kissed me. We were good friends. You were my best friend. But... I almost hate you now. You manipulated me, you were an evil jerk. I'm done trying to please you while I suffocate myself. Go find yourself a different dog to shove around." Her words were laced with venom. As she spoke them, I could feel the toxins slip their way into my brain, turning everything black as it went.

"You... don't... love me?" I stumbled back, almost in shock. My body—No. My brain—No. My soul felt like it was shutting down. I could feel every ounce of the heavy weight she had thrown on me, and it was crushing me.

"No. I don't. I never did. I'm so sorry."

"Why did you let me do this? Why did you let it go this far? I thought... I thought... We were perfect. I thought... We were in love... Was that just me? Was I the only one who wanted this? Why... Why didn't you tell me? I adored you... You were my everything. I just wanted to be closer to you... I just wanted to love you..."

"I know. I know. I would have told you... But I never could control you. You were a wild card... And I took the wrong bet. I'm sorry. I didn't want to let you do this to yourself... But... It was complicated."

"I guess... you were a fixation... a product of my psychosis. No one wants to love the insane bad guy. I'm sorry the insane bad guy loved you. I'm sorry I let it get this far. I'm sorry I gave you a heavy choice. Heavy on either side. I never thought..." I let the thought fade away. "I didn't even think you were going to come tonight..."

"I wasn't. But we needed to talk. I needed to do this."

"Yeah... Well... yeah..." I fell silent. "I guess this is goodbye then, huh?"

"Yeah. It is. I'm sorry it had to end this way." She moved closer to me, and gave me one last kiss. I stood frozen there for a while after she left, thinking.

We had been far too young to die.