This is a lot like the original version, posted in General Fiction, with some tweaking and edits.
I was listening to Human, by Killer on the radio, and this image formed in my head. And i can't stop thinking about it!!!!! So i wrote this scene based off of the image, and what i could tell about the character.
Enjoy!
....my sign is vital, my hands are cold -- from Are We Human
He listened to the slow beat of his heart rate monitor, his hands icy in the steamy hospital room. The sound indicating each heartbeat were few and far between, growing more and more like flat-lining with every passing second. He was dying. He accepted it quietly, though he knew it wasn’t yet his time. He had chosen this long ago, knowing the consequences it would bring. He just wished he could have made it another month, to turn seventeen.
Through their connection, he felt Rissa’s grief; so intense it was almost pain. He drew up his last reserves of energy to comfort her, soothing her distress as best her could.
Why? She asked him. Silently. Mentally. I am an immortal. You would be fine if it wasn’t for this stupid bond. I’m...killing you. He could hear her uneven breathes, almost as ragged as his own.
I made up my mind long ago, Rissa. It was my choice to make the bond. One life is a small price to pay for the many that would have been taken if I had not chosen such. He thought.
What will I do without you? He watched her bite her lip, her big baby blue eyes filled with tears. How he longed to reach out, to touch her face, to tell her everything was going to be alright.
You’ll survive. You did before I met you.
She began to cry, and he could feel her wet, pulsing tears on his skin as if they were his own. I’ll miss you. It would have been a whisper, had it been spoken aloud.
I know. He thought.
Don’t mourn me, Rissa. Promise me you’ll move on; find another boy.
I promise. But no one can replace you, Dymetry Taylor. No one in eternity. A hint of a smile touched his lips.
I’d like to hear you say that in a thousand years. He teased. She smiled through her tears.
He listened to his monitor for a few more seconds, picturing the line slowly straightening. He felt nothing. The pain medication was too good for that.
Good bye, Rissa. No one in eternity could replace you, either, mortal or no.
“No, Dymetry! You can’t go yet.” She cried a loud. She grasped one of her cold hands in her own warm one.
Hush, Rissa. Good bye.
I love you. He put everything he was into the three words, everything he had become; would ever be.
He took a last breath and closed his eyes. Rissa leaned down, and kissed him for the last time.
On the monitor, the line went flat.
However, the word "sound" in the second sentence here should be plural.
