ELENA

I listened to Nova as he told me his story. I realised why he hid all of his pain, the burning hate in his eye's...his nightmares...I understood why he had never told me any of this. I fought back tears as he regaled me with the tales of his childhood. I expected something different. Something about a child who was so deadset on a dream that he would do anything,even cast off all love to accomplish his goals. Instead,I got a tale about a boy who was only six years old when he took his own life. Someone bullied,broken, pushed to their limit at a time when their life had barely begun.

"I had a mentor. Someone who taught me how to suppress my hunger,but I refused to feed again,so I suppressed it so much I nearly starved myself to death."

Nova held his hand up to his face,his eye's scanning his palm.

"In many ways I...I miss being alive...I miss being able to taste my mothers home cooked noodles...I miss being able to be so...positive. Giving everyone hugs. I miss being so innocent. Oblivious to the cruelties of this world. No living being can understand how envious I am of them...I can't live. Even though I am undead,I can't experience life anymore. Different cuisines or cultures are now lost to me."

Nova looked at me. Blood slowly ran from Nova's eye's, with a single eye being pitch black.

"I can't even cry normally anymore."

Before I even knew it,my lips were against his. My arms were wrapped around his neck as I pulled him deeper into the kiss.

He'd kept it from me for all these years. He'd bottled it all up because he was afraid I'd run. Who wouldn't? Hearing a story as tragic as his,would make any girl run for the hills,or not knowing what to do. They'd see him as someone whose too much of a burden to bear.

I saw him as the same person I always did. Still the same boy I fell in love with all those years ago. Still the exact same Nova. I just finally understood. Finally,I had some sense of closure. I knew everything there was to know about him now. He'd never told anyone this except for me...he never opened up to anyone except for me.

Nova gently pushed me back onto the bed,still kissing me as he slipped my pants off.

Our second time together was far more intense than the first time. We stayed slow,but our emotions burned,melting together. I wiped away his bloody tears with my fingers and he took me beneath him.

Hours must have passed before we finally stopped. We'd switched over several times,from Nova being on top to me being on top,constantly vying for dominance or simply a better position.

I straddled him beneath me as our last  climax hit us. I pulled Nova's head into my breasts whilst my hips bucked from its sensitivity. Countless times we'd climaxed,over and over again, and now we'd given each other everything.

He kissed me,his lips burning with passion.

My head rested on his chest and although I couldn't hear his heartbeat,I knew he could hear mine.

Raising my head from his chest,I straddled him once again,climbing atop him and placing a gentle kiss on his lips. "Nova...I'm sorry for hitting you earlier."

"Don't worry about it..." He whispered.

His whisper sent chills down my spine as he deepened the kiss.

I wanted to tell him I loved him. That I valued him. That I cared.

I wish I could go back to that night. I wish I could have told him all of that, and more.

I should have told him. But I missed the oppurtunity.

And In the next few days,it would turn out to be something I deeply regretted.