3,000 Years

It's Hard to Love Again

Elizabeth didn't like the idea of love. She was scared of it, scared of what it did to her. Time and time again love had taken her heart and broken it into a million tiny pieces, each failed relationship leading to more and more trepidation towards who she loaned her affections to.

It was not a complete lie to say that Elizabeth was fragile. Broken. Healing but not completely fixed from her previous heartbreaks and errors. Love was something that had left her hurt and scarred so many times before. It was what left her with the empty tears and broken years of memories that would replay in her mind all the time, all the new chances to move on always being empty promises set by fate. False hopes that were provided by a deity that seemed to flourish under her suffering.

But this time was different. Meliodas was different.

Elizabeth couldn't deny that when she had first met the blonde, drunkenly babbling about her woes and troubles, she had not taken him as one of the more 'real' hopes she'd have tossed her way. She had taken him as yet another nice and interesting guy who would eventually end up going his separate way from her. A person Elizabeth would love to be with for as long as time itself, but was also aware that it was highly impossible.

It happened all the time with every potential love interest she had met: Mael, Arthur, Howzer - god, the list went on for miles. Many, many miles.

But Meliodas, Meliodas had proven himself to be different from the rest. He'd proven to be someone that fate was having a hard time to get rid of.

Just a single touch would set her mind and body alight, Elizabeth doing her best to ignore the alluring calls and pulls of attraction. She'd tried to dismiss the way his smile always made her feel like the only person on earth; she tried to dismiss the light flutter she got in her chest every time she heard his voice. All the smiles she sent his way, the emotions that were more tender and fond that she reserved especially for him; and the way she always lit up when he was mentioned, was all brushed aside.

It was all ignored and dismissed as fate playing with her mind again. Even when she found herself thinking it was all differently. Even when she thought that he was someone who could break the long chain of past mistakes and stupid one night stands that turned into no strings attached sex.

Yet tonight Elizabeth couldn't really ignore the call. She couldn't push away the magnetic pull that she called her libido, the combination of Diane's egged on social drinking taking a toll on Elizabeth's usually steel-like will. 

It was only meant to be a few drinks, a glass or two of red wine to accompany dinner and girl talk, but soon it had turned into two bottles of wine and a few inhales from Diane's bong. Although Elizabeth did pass on the weed.

But even so, that didn't mean she wasn't aware, or at least conscious, to the fact that her body was reacting in ways that she usually wouldn't allow.

She couldn't deny that when she got home, she had snuggled up to Meliodas a little more than usual, or that she was having a hard time imagining what it would be like to not feel the heat of his body next to hers. Elizabeth couldn't lie to herself and say that she hadn't fallen asleep on him, the female usually making sure that would never happen. She couldn't even say that she hadn't subconsciously cuddled him in her sleep, her awakening on his chest only proving that she had. It all proved that she had grown attached. Very attached.

But unlike the many previous times, Elizabeth oddly didn't want to deny it. In fact she had woken up and realised that maybe, just maybe, this one chance was worth a shot. And that thought had caused a smile to stretch onto her lips as she looked fondly at the sleeping blonde.

"I love you," The words were whispered as she gently removed herself from his hold, creeping away to let him sleep a little more.

She had done it many times before, slipping away before she could be caught: only this time she wasn't walking away like with all those god awful one night stands.