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An Unusual Couple
by Sephiroth
I look over at him in a wonderment that has not died out in over fifty years.
//How did this happen?// I ask myself, once again. //How did we end up this way? A man who needs justice as much as he needs to breathe and a man who is the embodiment of pure evil.//
It seems crazy. It shouldn't work out so well, but it does. Even these days, its the same. He still tries to take over the world and I endeavor to stop him.
At night, we make love. Yes, its making love, not just fucking. Because there is something deep within us that compells us to each other, like a moth to a flame, and we cannot deny it.
We have candle light dinners and he gazes thoughtfully at the little flames and tells me all about the town he burned down once, many years ago. I gaze back and tell him how evil that is. He thanks me, then kisses me. Then we head off into the bedroom, make love, and say how much we love each other..
We mean it, too. We fight against each other. We have to. Its in our blood. My need for justice, his need for world dominance. But our love is in our blood, too. And for all the pain we cause each other in the daytime, there's just too much love and too much of a connection for us to deny our bond.
Even now, in our old age, we still make love. We're not as flexible as we used to be, but it doesn't bother us. We've both aged gracefully. His appearance hasn't changed one whit. Of course he's always had silver hair...
But now his breathing is coming more and more slowly. He's leaving me. After fifty years. But I don't mind, because my own breathing is slowing, too. I think they'll find us both gone in the morning. So, my beloved and I are dying at the same time.
I guess there is some justice in this world after all.
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