Oh god LOL. I am not a writer at all so it’s super embarrassing, but sure why not. I never ended up coming with a name for the demon, so I left it blank, but it also somewhat works with the theme.

 

 

[This takes place after she falls asleep, as a retcon I imagine he summoned her a bit before dawn, having gotten up early and being too weak to do it any other time. Some smaller details are different but you can pick it up from context]

 

He watched intently as morning softened the shadows over her face. Decades of this same view flowed through his mind and out as a quiet tear. How many times had he seen that same breath, her head laid against the grass, a blanket, him? How many of these moments had he forgotten now?

He tried to push it all out of his head, but fragmented memories raced past his walls, unbidden. A musical laugh after a punchline lost to time, a content sigh, a wry grin and rolling eyes. He wished he could remember something more appropriate for the occasion, but the images warmed him against the slight breeze, and he couldn’t help a small smile.

Though they met quite a bit more often now, he still kept a few things to himself. His failing faculties embarrassed him, so he never told her that he forgot her mother’s name, or that he didn’t remember ‘that one time you…’ …what was it again?

While his body and mind continued to dull, she was as sharp as ever, and he wondered how much she remembered. If their places were swapped, what would she see, watching the slow rises and falls of his chest? What would she remember when that sight was nothing but a memory?

They had shared so much over the years. He hoped she would think of that time they went to the lake together a few summers ago, and…

The empty space that accompanied the warmth brought a sadder smile to his face.

“I’m sorry, I don’t remember anymore. And I’m sorry for not telling you about that… about, this.”

He never told her he didn’t have the power to bring her here again.

He hoped she would remember him, and forgive him. God, he hoped she’d be okay, and—

“No more hoping,” he chided himself. She had lived long before he did, and would continue to long after he died. He always knew she would be fine without him.

He slowly laid down by her side. But he did really hope she would forgive him.

 

Dawn was well underway now, and though she was a demon he always thought the light suited her quite well.

“Hey, ____, thank you for everything. I’m sorry. And I love you.”

She stirred, half-heartedly trying to open her eyes, but mostly failing.

Always a light sleeper, huh? He had wanted to watch her a bit longer. Maybe he should’ve said it quieter. But, selfishly, he really wanted her to hear it.

No more stalling.

He gently pressed his lips against hers and her eyes shot open in response. A succubus’s kiss is deadly after all. It wasn’t every day they were taken willingly.

His vision narrowed as her eyes widened. He could see her saying something, shouting now, but he couldn’t quite make it out. He saw her shake him by his shoulders, but he couldn’t feel them anymore. He saw tears of understanding begin to stream down her face.

Ha. Sharp as she was, he still managed to surprise her one last time.

He took one more look into that brilliant green.

I’m sorry. I love you.

And he was gone.