He comes for me fast and slams me up against the wall, high enough that I can look down dizzily on the crown of his head, the way the hair lies there. It's a strange thing to focus on.
"What is wrong with you?" I'm trying to think of an answer when he laughs and drops me. "Of course you always have had a death wish."
I look up at him breathlessly, and I'm grinning. Because it hurts so much, and because I won't back down, and because his smile is beautiful. "Killing me won't you do any good." My voice is a croak now. "I'll just come back again. And again. I missed you," I add, "before I died." I can remember that.
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Date: 2011-11-06 05:43 pm (UTC)"What is wrong with you?" I'm trying to think of an answer when he laughs and drops me. "Of course you always have had a death wish."
I look up at him breathlessly, and I'm grinning. Because it hurts so much, and because I won't back down, and because his smile is beautiful. "Killing me won't you do any good." My voice is a croak now. "I'll just come back again. And again. I missed you," I add, "before I died." I can remember that.