within his tomb

two weeks later

I barely ever see anubis anymore he spends all his time with the dead walking the other direction to avoid me.

I'm starting to feel like I'd only matter to anubis if I were dead. Ra and sekhmet are my only friends. Bastet walks by me sometimes and throws water on me. Then cries out-slpash-

"AHHHH I'M MELTING!" Before running off.

A golden arm was made for me by a friend of ra's. It works better than my last arm I mean besides all the extra weight it puts onto the scales.

I sit in anubis's room they rufuse to let me use any others. Anubis moves all of his stuff out every morning and every night ra puts it all back.

I wait twirling one of anubis's blades in my golden arm. The door comes open anubis walking in expecting me to be asleep like every morning. He freezes at the door I quickly wipe my tears and turn to face away from the door.

He slowly walks in I feel his eyes on me. "What are you doing with that?"

I look down at the curved blade a few tears falling onto it. I feel the bed dip behind me and he pulls me into his lap. I lean into him crying harder not really sure why. He takes the blade from me setting it on the bedside table.

Anubis's pov

I pull her closer to me her head resting on my chest piece.  I gently run my claws through her hair.

I look back over at the blade making a mental note to thank ra for bringing all of my stuff back here. If he hadn't it could've been a another blade in her hands,and I wouldn't have been here to stop her from doing something she'd regret.

"What were you thinking?"  I ask kinda afraid.

"You only care for the dead." She whispers. I pull her closer regretting my actions. "That's not true."

She crys harder. "Then why do treat me like you never wish to see me again?"

"You can't become immortal you'll never be able to pass into oirisis. Not being able to die is a curse. If I let myself love you it'll hurt worse you will age so fast and I'll always stay like this. This horrible wolf faced beast."

"There is just no winning with you is there?" She crys out slamming both her fist into my chest. The golden arm denting my chest piece.

I grab the golden arm. "Look at what I've done to you. Yet your still crying for me."

"Anubis...before the tomb. I was always alone I had no one. Literally when I was twelve my mother died of of cancer and within the week of death my father ditched me. I lived with a pack of stray dogs for six years. They all were poisoned by an old man. After that I lived on the streets no one even bothered to look my way. I was completely and utterly alone. The day we met you saved my life. Your the only one that's ever done anything for me." She says looking up into my eyes.

Something snaps within me.