Short Romance Stories

While Everyone Fades

"Do you ever wish we were immortal? Just the two of us?" 

We were lying side by side in the middle of a dewy field of clover. I craned my neck to look at him, admiring the way the moon reflected off the blue in his eyes.

"No," Jason said decidedly.

"Why?" I questioned.

He plucked a sprig of clover, rubbing it between his fingers.  He didn't answer right away to choose his words thoughtfully.

"I think it'd be a curse more than a gift." He spoke at last.

I sat up slightly, using my elbow to prop myself up.

"What do you mean by that?" I tried not to sound as indignant as I felt.

He mirrored my position so we were now nose to nose.

"Oh, Isbell," he said softly, though I saw a smirk through the dim moonlight. "I'm not saying being with you would be a curse.  It would be living while everyone else we loved faded away. That would be the curse. Think about it, Love. Our family, our friends would all die eventually. We'd watch them drift away. They'd pass us by, changing constantly; but we never would. We'd stand still while everyone else fades away. We'd watch them make plans with no security if it will happen, spend time building relationships that, in the grand scheme of things, never mattered. And we wouldn't be able to understand. Because we would never experience it ourselves."

I hadn't thought about that.

"Still," I mumbled, "things like this-" I waved vaguely at our surroundings "-won't last that long. Maybe, if we're lucky, we'll get forty years together. But one day, you or I will be gone." My eyes prickled at the thought of this.

I forced close my eyes in an attempt to stop the oncoming of emotion. I felt a hand lovingly caress my cheek.

His voice took the tone of soothing comfort. "If we were immortal, and moments like these never had to end, they'd lose all of their meaning. If we were eternal, and death wasn't real, what would be the point of these fleeting notes of intimacy? I'd feel no need to hold your hand as we walked or to make every second spent with you better than the last, or take you to a field at night to be together, or show you I love you just because I do."

His soft, sweet lips grazed my forehead. And because of that, more than his words, I understood.

Maybe time running out is a gift. It shows us to take what we can get. It teaches us to treasure the little things. If I had eternity to look into Jason's eyes, would I treasure it as I do now?

For once, I understood. 

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A/N: Helloooo! I'm not dead! I was just stuck.

This story was based on the song If we were vampires by Jason Isbell (see what I did there with the names?).  Go listen to it! It's amazing!

Anywho, thanks for reading my lil stories, and Happy late Valentine's Da

MWAH!