"The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference. The opposite of art is not ugliness, it's indifference. The opposite of faith is not heresy, it's indifference. And the opposite of life is not death, it's indifference." ― Elie Wiesel
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Again, she doesn't know how she let herself fall for his trap once more. Kind smile, open arms, a damned laugh that made her insides feel like molten honey: Meliodas was handmade, custom designed, to expose all of Elizabeth's weaknesses. Every damned one of them.
Maybe that was why she was here again, hips rocking in a motion that was all too familiar to herself, chasing an impossible high that was always fleeting whenever it came. Love - that's what she craved from Meliodas - and this was the only kind of love she could ever get from him. With all his sometimes-neglect, his ever-changing moods, it was impossible for Elizabeth to hope for anything more substantial than this.
Nevertheless, when she came back to the apartment tonight, this was the last thing on her mind. Boiling with frustration, bubbling with vexation, Elizabeth was far from willing to engage in their regular push-and-pull dynamic. With a frown on her face and a fierce resolve to stay strong, she had shoved open their front door, stomped right up to him and tried to give Meliodas a piece of her mind. Oh, how hard she had tried to give that scumbag a piece of her mind.
But, as always, none of that went to plan.
Caught up in the moment, filled with both intense anger and swelling relief, Elizabeth had miscalculated her brain's potential. Instead of grabbing Meliodas by the collar, ready to berate him with a harsh, heavy tone, she had grabbed him and kissed him, betraying the intense worry that had rooted itself within her heart. The pieces of her that would never be rid of him.
Now she was here, engulfed in the mattress, headboard banging from their motions, and back to falling into his grasp. His trap. Even though she had promised herself that she wouldn't fall for it again.
"I'm such an idiot," Elizabeth mumbled into the calm, limbs tangled with his as she listened to the thundering echo of his heartbeats. He'd always had an odd heartbeat - a genetic quirk he'd told her. Some gene from his father that caused an erratic beat much faster than the average person's. At the time it had seemed ironic - with his incapability to love like the normal person - now it just felt like yet another glaring red flag, a sour tasting truth, that was trying to wake her up.
"I think it's a bit late to admit that," Meliodas joined her murmur, an edge of something indecipherable entering his voice. Despite the calm hand combing through her hair, Elizabeth could sense the anxiety, the tension, sitting in his nerves. "We're both massive morons."
"Mhm," She hummed in return, not entirely tuned into his frequency. No, she was too busy berating herself, telling herself to peel her body away from this man who will do nothing but harm her in the long term. All he ever did was break her heart; every time he shattered her throbbing, beating organ into bits.
When would she ever learn to just leave him alone?
Comfortably they just... exist while they could. Floating in this bubble of calm, drifting along this lazy river of bliss, was never a luxury that they could afford. Most shared moments between them were filled with energy, charged with the static of emotions and lies and omitted truths. Recently, nothing was ever simple for them. There was never a moment where they could just be, slipping back into the roles of their younger selves, content with having no labels or names, satisfied with just being around each other.
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Love Me, Harm Me
Fanfiction"Sometimes he would have his better days. The days where he would be loving, caring and sweet. But then the bad days would come..." Elizabeth believes that somewhere, deep down, Meliodas truly loves her. She knows he does. She sees it on his better...
