I hate everything about you.

She stands at the top of an old oak. Looking down upon the forest; waiting for something; waiting for someone; waiting for him. The wind picks up as she narrows her search the air wafting around her carries his scent. A scent she savers in her memory and body.
There at the opposite end.
He stands
His hazel eyes dig into her soul; robbing her of her voice. He just looks at her. His memories awaken as the wind carries a gift to him. He caresses the simple scent of her, his body yearning for her touch and warmth. He senses her yearning to be relieved of him and his existence in her life. At sudden all is silent they stare at each other. Lost words floating between them
But she breaks the silence. Her soft voice severing the lingering peace, her pale lips part. His eyes watch the little movements. He wants to reach out and hold her. To kiss her stealing what little passion she has left for him. He fights back the erg to do so as those hurtful words creep out. He'd hope that would never grace his ears. Poisoning his mind slowly she spits at his presents.
Those words

I hate everything about you

She swings at him the force of warriors sent as martyrs their hatred towards the people that sacrificed their life for. A lamb lost to the lion. He side steps too slowly to notice she wounded him. The warm liquid streams down his arm. Hugging his fingers and collecting at the tips.

Drip.
Collect.
Drip.
Collect.

Story of their life and passions slipping between his fingers, tears building in her eyes, kisses exchanged between times when both were dazed, and empty words of I love you slithering from stone cold lips.
He goes into a rage of her hatred for him. He's angry that he can't save her from the fates. She hates to love him.
He wonders why he loves her.

With on flick of his wrist and one twist of movements he has her pinned.
Between him and the tree,
Unsaid agreements.
Thus holding their fleeting angel to the ground,
Binding her wings, and closing her mouth.
Like a butterfly in a display case.
The pin.
His blade that divides her between two worlds that keeps her sane and insane at the same time.
He begins to cry as his anger subsides.
His face is twisted with several emotions at one moment, the grimace he sets upon the mood. She spits blood at him.
Her eyes dead to any love that may have existed while they were together.
He leaned in to kiss her,
To taste the fruit long since been forbidden,
To wonder the great halls that is her soul,
To once again gain control of a dormant heart.

It comes shift,
Sharp,
Cold,
Metallic essence runs thru,
Every nerve goes through a surprise they will never wake from.

As he falls to his knees the goddess in front of him laughs.
As if god is laughing at him in person.
This beautiful creature tortured by years of fake happiness,
Years of blood,
Years of random acts of kindness,
Years of lies.
Her emerald eyes the lush green color returns with his near death,
Soon tears begin to fall,
Flowing down the porcelain cheeks,
So near he could taste the salty nourishment.

As he hits the ground he states his question.

Why do I love you?

With the gust of the forgiving wind once more gives the fallen lovers a gift,
The gift of death and the chance at a better existence.