Glorybringer AU ☆the fault in our stars☆

[26] Letting Go

☆Deathbringer☆

I'm so scared," she whispers.

I give her a smile. "It's supposed to be scary. Your every step has to be so careful, and they're so daunting. But look at Tsunami and Riptide- they're together and that's all that matters. In the end, it's about trust. So you do the best you can hoping they grow to know it."

"You sound like you've been into a lot of relationships." Yeah, I have, thanks to you, who I apparently can't forget no matter how hard I try.

"But thanks, Deathbringer."

Her hair. Her sun-kissed blonde hair and that sparkling green eyes. I am so daunted by them, so enchanted, that I feel my hand gently flying out to touch their beauty, something I cannot ever hold in my arms. But in that moment, there is just Glory. Not the daughter of the dead man, or the girl that I can't forget. Just Glory. And she's beautiful, and the sun is beautiful, and they are there shining more than anything else in the world without even having a clue.

I have to hide everything with a joke, like I always do.

"I have. I mean, who can resist such a gentleman?"

Perhaps I can't quite control my hands, though, because they reach out and tuck a loose lock of golden hair behind her ear. "See?"

Bang.

I quickly jolt away, and for some reason I see the man in her beautiful emerald eyes, the man with blood spurting out of his head, with his car setting on fire. Smoke everywhere, and that is the man that created who Glory was, and his blood, the same blood that I saw run onto the seat of his car, run through her veins.

The touch is electric. I don't know how else to describe it. It is electric and as hot and horrible as the sun, punishing me, laughing at my thoughts, and yet luring me in at the same time.

She grins. "Sir, you are no gentleman," she says, her eyebrows raised to imitate Scarlett O'Hara. God, I love her.

And then she does an unbelievable thing- she reaches out and pushes my bangs to the side. It is so sudden that I feel my lip tilting, my eyes on hers, on the eyes of the man's, no, Glory's-

"An apt observation," I reply, stroking my imaginary mustache. I try to laugh it off, but it doesn't work. "And you, Miss, are no lady."

Only if I could tell you.

I can imagine it, the look on her face when I tell her. The look of horror and disgust. Maybe she would even hit me, and perhaps she would even cry in despair. Do I want to see this girl in such pain? The pain of losing everything?

Maybe it is the sun, or her golden hair, or maybe the smile that blocks out the memories for a little moment. The eyes that make me forget who I am, and who she is, and what I had done to her. What I am hiding from her.

Maybe my look tells her everything.

Suddenly, she is whispering. There is a different look in her eyes, something so passionate, so fiery, that it is almost too scary to look at. It is barely a whisper.

"I like you."

The three little words that make me dizzy, make me feel the warmth of the sun and the fire in her eyes, in her blood that runs through her veins.

I love you and I'm scared you would hate me. Selfish, I know.

"I like you, Deathbringer."