You're Poison

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Stevens POV:

"I just don't know why people choose to love when the sky is literally right there." Lilliana argued, bunching up in her forest green jacket and rubbing her hands together to form some fraction of heat.

And that was when Steven decided that maybe he was destined to fall in love with people he couldn't have.
Maybe there's a whole assortment of impossible, complex people waiting for him to find them. Waiting to make him feel the same impossibility over and over again.

Being in love with someone who chose not to feel human emotions, was pretty tough. But Steven was a trooper, he could fight it out of Lilliana's system. Without, of course, combusting of inferiority because someone decided it was okay to tempt his temper.

"Okay, listen. People unravel things. They unravel the universe. They unravel other humans that they so happen to like, as well. Our time on Earth is fleeting, we only get so much time to love someone and be content, so why not start unraveling someone now?" Steven hinted, the ladder being him getting to get unraveled by the brilliant human sitting beside him on the steps of a building.

"Um, why would I want to do that?" Lilliana responded, looking at him fleetingly and reverted her attention back to the sky painted with the colors of fire, that drop of golden sun beneath the horizon of prepossessing scarlets, canaries and tangerines had a hypnotic effect on her, it seemed.

"You are so frustrating." He responded with a growl, slouching into a very uncomfortable position but refusing to move again just to spite his companion.

"You are such a girl." She laughed, pulling her knees to her chest and resting her cheek on the bone of her knee, closing her tangled webs of eyelashes and breathing evenly.

"I am not. I am in fact a very masculine man, thank you very much." He lifted his head and turned away from her, crossing his arms in the process.

She opened her eyes and giggled, bringing her head to face him. "Example one." She said, dignifying her previous statement.

"You know what," Steven replied, a smug smile forming across his crooked lips. "I don't need this kind of negativity in my life."

With that, Steven up and left like a whirlwind. He smugly walked across the crunchy grass, thinking he had succeeded in getting her to chase after him. But after a few minutes, when he heard no audible crunching but the sounds of a dog barking, he turned around to find nothing but dead leaves in his wake.

He sighed and stomped back to where he had previously left, disappointed on so many levels.

There she was, curled up in a crumpled ball on the bench. Her shoulders were shaking indicating she was crying.

"Oh my god, Lily? What's wrong?!"

I rushed to her and wrapped my arms around her figure.

She looked up at me with tears diving down her face as if it were a race, and her hand found my hand and intertwined them.

"I'm so broken." She whispered, completely empty.