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The night he erases his existence from her mind, is the night the stars don't shine.
He watches her as she mutters something incoherent in her sleep, turning over onto her back and sighing languidly.
He doesn't want to do this, but more than anything, he wants to.
They say that when you love someone, you want nothing more than to be by their side, forever and ever, but even more important than that, you want to see them safe, to see them happy, to see them live their life to the fullest.
And he can't give her that, can't give her the life she deserves.
He hopes someone else will love her, and that someone won't be him.
He reaches out a hand to brush against her cheek, but he stops, fingertips just shy of caressing her soft skin.
His body, his mind, screams for just one last touch, one last look, one last word.
But tonight, he cannot have any of that, and perhaps it is for the better. For he knows, his resolve would crack, if she was awake, staring at him with those chocolate brown eyes of hers, moving her lips in that way that made him want to press his own lips against hers and kiss her crazy.
She made him feel so much, too much, and it was killing him.
So he doesn't touch her, because he knows his fragile heart would rupture and break into pieces.
It was time to let her go.
And give her back the life she lost when she met him.
She had walked the line too long between dead and alive, but a girl like her, belonged with the light.
He would never allow her to cross over to the shadows, where he walked.
"Forgive me," he whispered to the stale night air, then he closed his eyes and reached in, into her mind, and stole the polaroids she kept of him.
She said things that made his heart race sometimes, telling him she would never forget him, telling him she wanted to be together longer...
Telling him she wanted to stay with him forever.
Forever was impossible, he had all the time in the world, but she didn't.
And to give her eternity, was a cruel thing to do.
He holds her memories now, cradled in his hands, and he knows the time has come.
It's now or never, he'll never get the chance to say it, never get the chance to tell her anymore.
