A Death wish

A short story

"I've found it! Finally, I've found it!", screamed the girl, running through the daisies in the large field, and up the hill she went, waving the little four-leaf clover in her right hand. Her beautiful dark curls bounced up and down, the sun reflecting on her skin made her look golden. Her eyes, as bright and captivating as onyx, always casted down. On that day, however, she felt a little reckless, so she lifted her gaze and found the wooden house on the other side of the field. She stared at the front window until the rustling of the curtains startled her, making her rush to her home. Approaching her mother, she took gracious, cautious steps.

"Enough of that, Blue. What if you end up stumbling upon someone out there? Do you want to put other lives in danger?" Scolded the woman, facing the daughter and taking notice of the clover clutched tightly into her delicate hands. "You're a woman now. It's time to stop acting so carelessly, isn't it? I just want what's best for you, my dear."

As adulthood came around and gifted Blue with beauty and delicacy, the childish joy she felt while picking flowers and playing around on the wet grass by herself remained. Her parents didn't approve of this. The mother stood by the girl's side; it might've been a good opportunity to show the girl some affection, but the older woman didn't touch her — she couldn't. "I know, mom."

"Yes, yes. Now, go upstairs and get yourself ready. Don't forget to tie your hair up!" Ordered the mother, already making herself busy and dismissing the daughter.

Blue left the rare four-leaf clover above the sink, which went unnoticed by the woman who used to pick them with her as a child. She felt her throat tighten but she didn't cry, she never did.

The poor girl suffered from a rare condition. They called her the deadly girl, because everything about her was dangerous. If she cried, her tears could melt away skin. If anyone touched her soft curls, their fingers would burn for eternity. Even maintaining eye contact with the young woman could make you blind. That's what her parents told her all her life.

After reaching her bedroom, she leaned against the windowsill and looked at the wooden house below. Just as she expected, three young gentlemen burst from the door and into the porch, hugging, fighting, and laughing. They looked happy.

Blue has never experienced friendship, she grew up isolated from everyone else. She decided that now, as a woman, she would at least experience love. She could take precautions, she's been doing this for a long time and no one has ever gotten hurt, not even her parents. Blue craved for love just as much as she craved to live freely.

As she observed the young men below, one shined the brightest in her eyes: Red. He was different from the rest. Red never looked away first, and Blue felt like he wasn't afraid. He was the only one. Even so, the deadly girl couldn't find it in her to risk the man's life by getting close to him. Feeling her heart heavy with grief, she distracted herself from those thoughts as usual and proceeded with her day, locking her feelings inside.

The weeks went on. She tried to forget Red, but Blue could feel his eyes on her back when she picked daisies at dawn, she could listen to the enchanting tones of his melodious voice when he was with his friends, she couldn't avoid looking at his broad shoulders and sad smile.

One day, after the sky turned indigo and the moon was high in the sky, Blue, surrounded by sweet scents and the soft breeze, felt another presence around her. She could hear the crouching of his steps before he sat by her side. "You're putting your life in danger," she started.

Red said nothing, he smiled instead; a smile that didn't reach his eyes, and Blue now knew why. Then, in a swift motion, he rested his fingers on the side of her face, gently caressing the skin. She should've felt shocked and terrified, but those feelings never came. In fact, she felt the opposite: a warmth in her chest spreading through her soul. She was feeling love for the first time in her whole life. The realization hit her so deeply that despite all the efforts to keep her emotions in, Blue shed a single poisonous tear, just before Red caught it with his thumb and they shared their first and last passionate kiss.

It all happened too fast. The deadly girl, now, could have peace of mind. The sad gestures, the lack of fear, she finally knew. They had in one another what they wanted all along.

Once the man fell limp in her arms, Blue held him and cried all the tears she kept to herself for a lifetime, wishing they would've poisoned her instead.

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