• "Eh, Mint, how long do your kind live anyway?" My tone was laced with curiosity, my eyes wide with disbelief as they drunk in the sight of the mythical creature before me.
    Mint's bright golden eyes snapped up to meet my own, bitter revulsion on his usually sweet face. He despised me with every fiber of his being, and I knew it.

    "Us fey," he began sourly, "live over hundreds of years, unlike your futile race."

    "Yes, but a member of my futile race caught a member of your fabled race." I shot back, smirking lightly.

    Mint scowled at me. And as he did, I stared. He was truly the most beautiful creature I'd ever seen; with his bright, unnaturally angular, golden eyes, and his soft, long, dark hair that was as indefinable in color as it was interesting. It had an iridescent quality to it, a mix of different shades of reds and yellow that came out a bright, burnt autumn c** sunset color; his skin was silvery and as pale as the moon; he had high cheek bones, elegant, well set features and two cherry red, heart shaped lips. I often wondered, as I watched Mint sleep, what it would be like to kiss them, or what he would taste like. It was odd, I had never ached for anything more than I did Mint. It was a demanding, dominant feeling that rung in every bone of my body.

    "What are you looking at, human?" he said in the bitterest tone I'd ever heard.

    "You." The word slipped out of my mouth before I knew what was going on. A pretty pink blush adorned his cheeks and he looked down. I leaned in, wanting so desperately to kiss him, but he placed his hands softly on my shoulders and pushed me away.

    A few days passed with total silence from me. He tried to open a few conversations, but my monosyllables of answers didn't satisfy him. Not once did he give up on coaxing me from my slump. Not once did he succeed.

    That is, until the fourth day after the near-kiss. He slipped his hand within mine, interlacing our fingers without a word.

    "Why?" I breathed.

    "I felt like it," He dropped my hand like a grenade though, as if he heard something, I frowned, missing the warm tingly sensation he had provided.

    "Minthael," the voice was silky, and soft. A figure stepped out of the shadows. Tall, with two skeletal wings extended from her spine, the fey had silver hair, silver face, bright green eyes, and the same elegant quality. I felt inferior in their presence.

    "I found you, finally." Her green eyes snapped to mine, a deep hate within the sparkling orbs.
    She was here to take Mint. She was here to take my faerie away.

    "Andreal!" Mint said, his features not betraying his excitement, his joy, "You—You came."

    "Of course," Andreal said gently. "Shall we head home?"

    Mint was about to say yes, I knew it, I let out a heavy sigh, unwillingly getting Mint's attention. He looked at me guiltily, with sad sympathy. I didn't want his sympathy, I didn't want anything from him anymore. As long as he wanted Andreal that is. I felt my heart drop to my stomach like a stone, and cold shivers spread across my skin.

    Please don't go.

    I truly wanted to say that, but I never could. I wanted him, he wanted Andreal, Andreal wanted him too, and no one wanted me.

    "Andreal, meet me at the creek, I want to talk to…it," he said. I cringed when he didn't say my name, I was nothing to him.

    "Alright, love." Andreal shot me another hateful look and disappeared.

    "What did you want to say to it, Mint?" I said, not quite managing the angry tone and instead resorting to a hurt, broken tone.

    Apology washed over all his features. "E—"

    "There's no point in trying, Mint, you can just go, it doesn't matter, I don't want your pity. I don't want an apology. I wanted you, but you belong to her." I crossed my arms in front of my chest.

    He sighed, "I didn't avoid kissing you because I didn't want to kiss you."

    "What?"

    "It would kill you, and Andreal would've come for me anyway; it wouldn't have been worth it."

    "You're wrong," The pain was too much, it was hard breathing, my ears were buzzing. I wanted him to go.

    "You would rather die than let me go?" Mint said incredulously.

    "Shows how stupid I am, dying for a faerie, wasting my futile human life." I rubbed my nose.
    It was starting to itch, my throat was beginning to burn. I held back a sob, willing it to remain trapped in my lungs. I didn’t want Mint to see me cry, I am an ugly crier. He already considered me unsightly, and I didn’t want to give him any more truth to that thought.

    "I don't want to do this." He cupped my face gently, the touch light enough to coax the sob from my throat, unleashing the tears I was trying to cage. All I want is to be wanted, how can he not understand that?

    "I want you to do this." I want you to pretend for me, pretend our time meant something, anything. I just want you to want me.

    My want was fulfilled, and I knew no more.

    The End.