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| They lie together in the aftermath of what he's done to her. Her body still shakes and convulses around his loving embrace. She doesn't try to escape the hold he has on her. Instead, she crumples her weakened form even more against the feel of his radioactive body heat. "How did you know about my peanut allergy?" she asks him. Her breathing comes in raspy, barely-there breaths. The words seem to tumble out of her mouth and fall between them. There isn't a sense of fear in her question. She wants to know when he was able to hone in on that one thing that she feared. How he knew about her most terrible allergy that had made it difficult for her to go to school when she was a kid. All the children had peanut butter and jelly sandwiches that their mothers had lovingly made. While she had been left with nothing, her mother didn't care to feed her most days. He has her at his home and a tea kettle whistles in the background. She doesn't have fear in her eyes when she looks at him. There's something else in her blue depths, a warmth, a sort of longing. Like he's the answer to the question she's been asking for all of her life. He's the key to the thing that she's been meaning to unlock for so many years. "You mentioned it that first time I met you on the plane. Remember? You said how you were happy they served those sad, pathetic pretzels." He strokes her hair lovingly and she nestles into him deeper. The epi-pen sits next to them. It's what he does to prove his love to her. He poisons her with her most dangerous allergy and brings her back from the brink of death. It brings them closer each time she comes closer to death's door. Her eyes clear from the allergic reaction. This time he merely touched peanuts and then gently stroked her skin. She fell into the anaphylactic shock immediately. Her body convulsed as her windpipe tightened. He knows just when to administer the life-giving epi-pen to make her feel especially cared for. "I had to show I could take care of you. I had to prove to you that I can save you." She smiles at his words. Her lips are still tinged blue and her face still holds onto the redness of the reaction. He makes a blend of soothing herbs and her favorite tea to drink once she's able to swallow properly. He moves to stand up but she grips onto his arm weakly. He still feels the clamminess from her palms from her excessive sweating. "I've always wanted that, to be taken care of." "I'm here for you, always. I know how your family didn't take care of you. How you would get yourself sick to try to get your mother's attention. I'm here to show you that love you've always wanted." She loved him even more despite the fact he poisoned her. She had always wanted that unconditional, caring love all her life. And, she had found it in this man. He cradles her weakened form to his body like he can provide the lifeline for her to be alive. They sit in the aftermath of their willing crime that he made. Her lips brush against the inside of his arm in a brief attempt to kiss the warm skin. She still feels the coldness, the clamminess of her body going into near shock. There's the sense of being so close to death, yet never feeling more alive than this moment. "How did I ever become so lucky to have found someone like you?" "I feel the same in you, my love," he whispers next to her temple. They don't know how much longer they can tempt fate by inducing her allergies. Will this be the last time that they can show their love to each other this way? Will she be too far gone to be rescued. All she knew was that this overwhelming sense of love was enough for her to risk it every time. -- Word count: 692 words Prompt #4: She loved him, even after he poisoned her. Maybe even more. |
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