A Loving Lie

x Everything was a lie, from the moment they met to the moment he died. But somewhere between that, it became real. And that was her fatal mistake. OneShot. x

"I will always love you." She paused to look at him, then with a soft sigh, turned towards the window. The cool spring had turned into a blazing summer in a blink of an eye, and from that into a breezy fall. It was turning into a icy winter now, the frost covering the windows of their house.

Ahem. Her house now.

"You were the only thing that kept me grounded. The anchor I needed so I wouldn't float off into the bitterly bright world," she murmured, stroking her hand through his hair soothingly. He used to love that. "And I was your tiny little boat. Something not really seen, but you said that that didn't matter. If you lost me, you'd be useless, you said." She smiled a little, looking at him.

"You could never be useless." She turned back to the window. "Your smile would light up a room, no matter how dark and cold it was. Your laugh could make the walls around anyone's heart fall to the ground. Your voice brought me back to life," she whispered, her voice breaking. "If only mine could do the same."

"Come back," she said, her voice cracking with the tears that were flowing through her with unbearably sharp pain. "Don't leave me like everyone else. Don't leave me!" she screamed, burying her face into his shirt, sobbing. The nurses turned to look into the room, then averted their eyes immediately, understanding the situation.

"Why?" she mumbled into his shirt. "You didn't do anything wrong. Why would anyone take you away from me?" She laid on his chest for a minute before she became cold with loneliness. There was no heartbeat or warmth radiating from him. He was -

She wouldn't say it. She wouldn't think it.

"This is my fault," she whispered, staring up at him. She wanted to trace his features as the winter sun beat down upon them, outlining his every feature. She refrained, knowing that once her cool fingers touched his skin, she would only cry even more. "You shouldn't have ever met me. You'd be safe if you hadn't. Karma never did like me." Her lips formed wryly despite her mixture of emotions.

She sniffled, sitting back up. Reaching for his hand, she whispered, "I would take it all back for you to be here, breathing and smiling. I would take back ever meeting you to know that you'd be safe." Her lips pressed against their intertwined hands softly. "I wish I had never fallen for you."

Then, she heard them enter.

"It's time," the voice said.

She stood up slowly, wiping a stray tear with the back of her hand. Quietly, she walked to the group of strangers. "Is he pleased?" she whispered, not bothering to meet their eyes.

"Yes. Let's go," the leader said, turning and leaving.

She watched their figures leave, and as she hesitated to follow, she turned back to look at his lifeless body. She gulped and whispered, "I'm sorry, Dan."

On her way out, she discarded the bottle of pills into the trash.

A/N: The boy is Dan, obviously. As for the girl... I'm not exactly sure. I wanted someone soft, so I was thinking Reagan, but I don't think Reagan really needed enlightening. I want someone broken for Dan, so he could put her back together like he does without knowing it. Therefore, the girl isn't a Cahill. She's a Vesper, an unnamed one. She's also an orphan, who resorted to crime to live [thus the crime/revenge speech].

As for the end, it shows how he died. She - heh - killed him, with an overdose of pills. The fact that she refused to meet their eyes, however, was signalling that she meant what she said to him.

Hope you enjoyed this rather strange oneshot. Please point out any mistakes.