This is something I've been meaning to write for ages and only just gotten around to doing. I'm not sure whether the titles any good so I might be changing it, and I will be changing Kassa's name because she's a character from another story - I'm just using it because I can't think of any other names at the moment
A young woman lay in a hospital bed; her midnight black hair was plastered to her head and crisp white pillow as she struggled to breath. Her amethyst eyes shone brightly with tears as she fought the pain off. Her lungs felt like someone had placed bricks in them while she was lying down so that she had to fight to lift her chest up so she could breath. The door to her room opened and a young man walked in, he rushed over to her bedside and ran his hand over her hair lovingly.
“Go away,” the young woman breathed, “isn’t it bad enough I’m dying again because of you? Again! Must you come and gloat every time?” a tear trickled down her cheek as he pulled up a chair and sat beside her.
“If you could accept your fate you wouldn’t have to go through this anymore,” he picked up her hand and squeezed it lightly, “and I do not gloat Kassa. It pains me to see you suffering like this…I want you to accept life with me.” Kassa shook her head and let out a chest ripping cough, “Kassa!”
“Just leave me alone,” she breathed weakly, “just…leave…me…alone.” Damon wiped a strand of damp hair from her face and trailed his fingers down her cheek. Kassa was too weak to fight him off now and she closed her eyes begging for sleep to come.
“I remember the first time we met,” Damon’s voice was distant, “you were so beautiful…and you still look exactly the same.”
“What when my hair was a tangled mess and I couldn’t speak at all? Unless you count the grunts…” Kassa answered sarcastically, she didn’t know if Damon had heard though because she could barely hear herself.
“Especially when you couldn’t speak,” Kassa opened an eye to try and look at Damon but all she could see was a blur, “Kassa please. You have to accept this one day…you can’t keep on dying throughout eternity! You can end it here…”
“Kassa you’re sworn to me…you know that sooner or later you’ll have too…” Damon’s voice began to sound further and further away as someone piled more bricks into her lungs. She opened her mouth and tried to take deep breaths but nothing would work. I don’t want to die, she thought feeling more tears trickle down her cheek, funny that…I’ve been dying for centuries but I’m still afraid…