Never; a short story.

never

The light shone tough the windowsill, the moon light shades their faces. His eyes were like the colour of honey, and his hair was tousled, he looked like a piece of art, something broken and shattered yet beautifully collected at the same time, she always envied this about him, the way he still shines even though the universe told him to stop.

"Kill me."

His voice was cracked, and his sentence sounds like a bullet was being shot at a distance, rumbling trough the air, creating a bullet wound on her chest.

"Kill me dear, please kill me."

The tips of her fingers framed his face, tracing his jaws, his cheeks, the shape of his lips.

"Please, never ask me to do the things I would never be able to do. please..."

and with that he rest his head on her shoulders, tears threatening to fall out. His heart aches and his mind racing. He wanted to die, yet she told him to stay.