You don’t care what you deserve

The boy in front of you has dark, ruffled hair, with a smattering of freckles across pale skin. His hoodie is drawn up as he stares at you with those pale, blue eyes.

He is also translucent.

Your gaze travels down, where the water churns as it supports the boy’s weight. No, you realise. The water is him. A sliver of moonlight filters through the water and for a moment the boy is made of moonlight.

He shakes his head, never breaking eye contact. “You deserve better.”

You deserve better. You have heard it from so many of your people.

Leave him.

He is not for someone like you.

You deserve better.

You reach out for him, and your fingertips graze his cheek. Your fingers of fire.

Water and fire sizzle, and it tingles. You draw back. You don’t care what you deserve.

He must see it in your face. “This is going to hurt.”

A crippled Boy of Water. A Girl of Fire.

You close the gap between them and kiss him hard.

“I know.”