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Maybe I'd planned it all out from the beginning, this hopeless mess. There's no way I couldn't have done so- after all, I'm the one who controls Life and Death, Creation and Destruction. I must have thought, someplace in the far recesses of my mind, that this would be what's best. It's logical; it's the only option left that can explain why I'm here now, counting down the minutes of his life in my head.

---------- 10 minutes ----------

I can't have meant this, it's just not possible. Fire is supposed to be a free spirit, one that's hard to beat down, but he is it's Master. He knows exactly what words to whisper to it if he wants it to die down, just has he knows what words to feed it to make it angry and punishing. He must have known what he was doing when half the City turned to ash, he must have. Small comfort, I think to myself as he's led out of the house. (My house, a voice whispers. With your room and your bed... last night was the last time you'll ever fall asleep with those warm arms wrapped around you, wasn't it. Time's run out.)

--------- 9 minutes ---------

His hair shines brightly in the morning (time for mourning now, foolish girl. Say goodbye...) light, a few stands lifting in the cool breeze. (Like a caress... no more of those now, silly thing. Say goodbye...) His eyes are dull, the playful spark in them diminished. His hands are shackled behind his back, as if to "prevent" his escape. Burn through them, I beg him silently, just melt them away... (and chase away all my regret and sorrow, too)

-------- 8 minutes --------

He's still walking towards me, his beautiful red eyes (like fading embers...) cast in the direction of the ground. Has he always been this beautiful? (You know the answer to that, wistful thing.) Wait. Stop. I don't want to do this anymore.

------- 7 minutes -------

Go back, please, turn back! I don't want to hurt you, I won't. I can't; it's not allowed. To do such a thing would be... sinful. So sinful...

------ 6 minutes ------

I hate this. Don't I get a choice?

----- 5 minutes -----

He's here. I can hear the Speaker begin with the charges...
Stop.

---- 4 minutes ----

Turn back. Turn back, turn back, turn back...

--- 3 minutes ---

The Speaker has finished... early, in his opinion. The gathered crowd (for this is an execution, the execution of the Last Element...) looks at me expectantly, eyeing the sword clasped between my pale hands. To kill him with this, as I've done to so many others, to kill him with Punishment... I won't do it. The blade crashes to the ground, sunlight dying it white as it falls at my feet.

"Ohen," I begin, startling those gathered by my familiarity. "Come here." (RUN!)

Uncertainty flashes across his face before it's gone, replaced by a mask of cold indifference. Stop it, I think brokenly, stop hurting me. He steps toward me slowly, cautiously, as I sink to my knees on the executioner's platform. I close my eyes as he stops right in front of me, and I try to block out thoughts of being judged, of being watched by this audience. There's just me and him, the only two left in Heaven...

-- 2 minutes --

"Sit down," I say, patting the wooden planks (because what execution isn't ever at a gallows? Stupid, attention seeking girl...) beside me. My voice comes out differently now- softer, gentler, the one I use when I'm "just Boh," not Creator. Those gathered won't be able to hear me unless they strain their hearing, and even the closest will be unable to make out my words. "Sit with me," I say again, failing to keep the desperation from my voice.

- 1 minute -

He's still hesitating. "Please?" I beg, my eyes squeezing more tightly shut, my hands fisting at my sides. Less than a minute now... (See how wrong you are? You need him; how are you going to kill him?)

He kneels in front of me, his knees brushing up against mine through the material of our clothes. I reach around behind him, as if to embrace him, and my hands glide over the metal restraining his hands. He gasps when his hands fall to his sides, the restraints gone. (Just the first thing to leave of many, you wicked girl.) I'm sure the crowd's panicking, that guards are rushing in to "save" me, but they don't matter.

~ 30 seconds ~

My fingers brush against his cheek, slipping down ever lower until they gently take hold of his chin. (How our ending is just like our beginning...) I pull him closer-

~ 15 seconds ~

Our lips meet, so lightly it hardly counts as a kiss. Until he kisses me back.

~ 14 seconds ~

Warm arms are sliding behind my body, wrapping around my waist, trapping me to him. A graceful hand, one full with the heat of Fire, clings to the back of my black dress (mourning...) as if to pull me even closer... but that's impossible.

~ 13 seconds ~

Something smoldering, yet wet, falls on my cheek, stinging the skin, leaving a red mark as it slips lower, finally landing on the execution platform. Tears. He's crying... (wicked, cruel girl...)

~ 12 seconds ~

The thing about Fire... it's a destructive force.
All around us, the platform ignites.

~ 11 seconds ~

I'm sure those gathered are screaming, terrified, worrying that something will happen to me. How stupid of them.

~ 10 seconds~

He finally breaks our kiss, his eyes locking upon mine, red and blue. "I thought You hated me."

~ 9 seconds ~

I'm crying too, now, my tears falling all the way to the Realm of Mortals. "I could never." I've never said truer words in my whole existence.

~ 8 seconds ~

His head falls against my shoulder and the arms still wrapped around me clutch me tighter. My skin's raw from his tears, but I don't care.

~ 7 seconds ~

"Hey," I say, shaking him a little.

~ 6 seconds ~

"You know I love you, right?"

~ 5 seconds ~

Stupid time, slow down. SLOW DOWN!
He's moving his head off my shoulder...

~ 4 seconds ~

His head's rising, those blazing red eyes scorching mine, pulling me in...
"Yes."

~ 3 seconds ~

I'm smiling. (You mean, mean girl.)
"Let me tell you a secret, then..."

~ 2 seconds ~

"Remember what I've told you, kay?"
He nods.

~ 1 second ~

I stare at him as long as I dare, committing his image to memory. I lean in, my hands tangling themselves in his wild hair. The fire's still raging around us, the crowd is still panicking, he's still so warm...

"You don't exist."

~ 0 seconds ~

My hands fall into my lap, falling through the nothingness that is around me. They pass through air on the way down. I'm so cold... the fire's gone out. The voices are coming back....

I clamp my eyes shut.

I love you...

Description
Maybe I'd planned it all out from the beginning, this hopeless mess. There's no way I couldn't have done so- after all, I'm the one who controls Life and Death, Creation and Destruction. I must have thought, someplace in the far recesses of my mind, that this would be what's best. It's logical; it's the only option left that can explain why I'm here now, counting down the minutes of his life in my head.

---------- 10 minutes ----------

I can't have meant this, it's just not possible. Fire is supposed to be a free spirit, one that's hard to beat down, but he is it's Master. He knows exactly what words to whisper to it if he wants it to die down, just has he knows what words to feed it to make it angry and punishing. He must have known what he was doing when half the City turned to ash, he must have. Small comfort, I think to myself as he's led out of the house. (My house, a voice whispers. With your room and your bed... last night was the last time you'll ever fall asleep with those warm arms wrapped around you, wasn't it. Time's run out.)

--------- 9 minutes ---------

His hair shines brightly in the morning (time for mourning now, foolish girl. Say goodbye...) light, a few stands lifting in the cool breeze. (Like a caress... no more of those now, silly thing. Say goodbye...) His eyes are dull, the playful spark in them diminished. His hands are shackled behind his back, as if to "prevent" his escape. Burn through them, I beg him silently, just melt them away... (and chase away all my regret and sorrow, too)

-------- 8 minutes --------

He's still walking towards me, his beautiful red eyes (like fading embers...) cast in the direction of the ground. Has he always been this beautiful? (You know the answer to that, wistful thing.) Wait. Stop. I don't want to do this anymore.

------- 7 minutes -------

Go back, please, turn back! I don't want to hurt you, I won't. I can't; it's not allowed. To do such a thing would be... sinful. So sinful...

------ 6 minutes ------

I hate this. Don't I get a choice?

----- 5 minutes -----

He's here. I can hear the Speaker begin with the charges...
Stop.

---- 4 minutes ----

Turn back. Turn back, turn back, turn back...

--- 3 minutes ---

The Speaker has finished... early, in his opinion. The gathered crowd (for this is an execution, the execution of the Last Element...) looks at me expectantly, eyeing the sword clasped between my pale hands. To kill him with this, as I've done to so many others, to kill him with Punishment... I won't do it. The blade crashes to the ground, sunlight dying it white as it falls at my feet.

"Ohen," I begin, startling those gathered by my familiarity. "Come here." (RUN!)

Uncertainty flashes across his face before it's gone, replaced by a mask of cold indifference. Stop it, I think brokenly, stop hurting me. He steps toward me slowly, cautiously, as I sink to my knees on the executioner's platform. I close my eyes as he stops right in front of me, and I try to block out thoughts of being judged, of being watched by this audience. There's just me and him, the only two left in Heaven...

-- 2 minutes --

"Sit down," I say, patting the wooden planks (because what execution isn't ever at a gallows? Stupid, attention seeking girl...) beside me. My voice comes out differently now- softer, gentler, the one I use when I'm "just Boh," not Creator. Those gathered won't be able to hear me unless they strain their hearing, and even the closest will be unable to make out my words. "Sit with me," I say again, failing to keep the desperation from my voice.

- 1 minute -

He's still hesitating. "Please?" I beg, my eyes squeezing more tightly shut, my hands fisting at my sides. Less than a minute now... (See how wrong you are? You need him; how are you going to kill him?)

He kneels in front of me, his knees brushing up against mine through the material of our clothes. I reach around behind him, as if to embrace him, and my hands glide over the metal restraining his hands. He gasps when his hands fall to his sides, the restraints gone. (Just the first thing to leave of many, you wicked girl.) I'm sure the crowd's panicking, that guards are rushing in to "save" me, but they don't matter.

~ 30 seconds ~

My fingers brush against his cheek, slipping down ever lower until they gently take hold of his chin. (How our ending is just like our beginning...) I pull him closer-

~ 15 seconds ~

Our lips meet, so lightly it hardly counts as a kiss. Until he kisses me back.

~ 14 seconds ~

Warm arms are sliding behind my body, wrapping around my waist, trapping me to him. A graceful hand, one full with the heat of Fire, clings to the back of my black dress (mourning...) as if to pull me even closer... but that's impossible.

~ 13 seconds ~

Something smoldering, yet wet, falls on my cheek, stinging the skin, leaving a red mark as it slips lower, finally landing on the execution platform. Tears. He's crying... (wicked, cruel girl...)

~ 12 seconds ~

The thing about Fire... it's a destructive force.
All around us, the platform ignites.

~ 11 seconds ~

I'm sure those gathered are screaming, terrified, worrying that something will happen to me. How stupid of them.

~ 10 seconds~

He finally breaks our kiss, his eyes locking upon mine, red and blue. "I thought You hated me."

~ 9 seconds ~

I'm crying too, now, my tears falling all the way to the Realm of Mortals. "I could never." I've never said truer words in my whole existence.

~ 8 seconds ~

His head falls against my shoulder and the arms still wrapped around me clutch me tighter. My skin's raw from his tears, but I don't care.

~ 7 seconds ~

"Hey," I say, shaking him a little.

~ 6 seconds ~

"You know I love you, right?"

~ 5 seconds ~

Stupid time, slow down. SLOW DOWN!
He's moving his head off my shoulder...

~ 4 seconds ~

His head's rising, those blazing red eyes scorching mine, pulling me in...
"Yes."

~ 3 seconds ~

I'm smiling. (You mean, mean girl.)
"Let me tell you a secret, then..."

~ 2 seconds ~

"Remember what I've told you, kay?"
He nods.

~ 1 second ~

I stare at him as long as I dare, committing his image to memory. I lean in, my hands tangling themselves in his wild hair. The fire's still raging around us, the crowd is still panicking, he's still so warm...

"You don't exist."

~ 0 seconds ~

My hands fall into my lap, falling through the nothingness that is around me. They pass through air on the way down. I'm so cold... the fire's gone out. The voices are coming back....

I clamp my eyes shut.

I love you...