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Lovers Death

His heart raced. His mind spun. He knew what he did was right...knew it was for the best, but if he wasnt lying, a small sliver of himself doubted that.
That belief only magnified as he suddenly heard the soft cries of her coming through the door. Keelin's stomach catapulted, leaving him nauseous.

It was the right thing to do....it was.

Then why does it hurt so much? Because, his inner pessimist chastised, shes human...and your not. You're more than likely to outlive her children. Your wanted...a dead man walking.

The sick reality hit him, leaving him overwhelmed and utterly immobilized with indecision.

He feared...feared the pain it would bring, the loss, the utter emptiness it would leave within him. Yet he was empty now or nearly so, hoarding up the little moments, a stolen kiss, an accidental touch, wouldn't be so bad, right?

Let her go...

He steeled himself, whipping vehemently at his eyes, his nose. It's the right thing to do..

It took him a moment, but slowly he picked himself off the floor, shoulders hunched as he soundlessly made his way down the hall, away from her.