The Right Thing To Do
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Matt was in shock. The unexpected revelation hung in the air between them like an uninvited specter. He looked into Pam’s eyes, which glimmered with a strange luminescence, their depths swirling like stormy seas under a full moon. Her usual warmth had transformed into an icy calm, the soft smile that had so often lit up his days now replaced by a haunting stillness.
“How long?” he whispered, unable to keep the tremor from his voice. It was a question borne not just from curiosity but from a deep-seated fear of what it meant for their love—what it meant for her.
Pam took a deep breath, her gaze drifting toward the shadow-draped window. It was a simple answer, but it didn’t make the rest of their conversation any easier.
“I’ve been a vampire for one hundred and twenty-five years, Matt,” he replied.
“One hundred and…” he gasped. “But how? How did I hear your heartbeat if you’ve been dead this whole time?”
“We have our ways of messing with human perception and you’re not hard to fool, my dear.”
A jolt of anger rushed through him. He moved away from her, sobbing as he tried to comprehend the enormity of her confession. The room spun all around him, memories flashing through his mind. Every kiss and lingering touch now felt like a carefully orchestrated lie.
“Was any part of the last two years real?” he demanded. His fingers curled into fists, nails biting into his palms as if exerting pressure could somehow ground him in this surreal moment.
Pam shook her head, her eyes glinting with something like sorrow; it was a flicker of emotion that dismantled some of his anger but left the bitter taste of betrayal in its wake.
“Everything was real, Matt. The night we met, the last thing I wanted was to fall in love with you, but I did. Right there and then, you awoke something in me that I thought was gone forever, and you’ve been feeding that emotion ever since. I can’t thank you enough for giving me my heart back.”
The bedroom became smaller, the walls constricting around him as if they were closing in to suffocate the truth. “An elaborate charade…” he muttered. “Why now? Why come clean when it would have been much easier to keep lying and leaving me in the dark?”
Pam’s expression turned pensive, her gaze unfocused as she stared past him into some distant memory.
“Because,” she began, “I realized I was losing myself and destroying you, too. You’ve been having headaches almost every day for the last month, haven’t you?”
He nodded, surprised by her insight. “Yeah, but I just thought it was stress or something. Work has been—”
“Matt,” she interrupted, her voice low and almost pleading. “It’s not that simple. The more I tampered with your perception so you wouldn’t notice how pale I am or why I’m so cold all the time, the more your body resented it. It’s come to a point that it’s harming your health, and I don’t want that. It needs to stop and the only way to make it happen is for you to know the truth. I’m not human. I stopped being human a long time ago, but I love you and I’ll do anything to keep you safe, even if it means you giving up.”
The silence that followed was heavy, a dense fog wrapping around them, stifling the air. His heart skipped a beat as he processed her words and the inevitable consequences. “So, you’re leaving me? This is your way of breaking up?”
“It’s the right thing to do,” she replied. “I want you to live and can’t ask you to join my world. You would lose your family, your friends – everything!, just like I did.”
He swallowed hard, his eyes swollen with unshed tears. “But I don’t want to live without you,” he insisted, the words spilling from him like blood from an open wound.
“You’re not thinking straight,” Pam shook her head. “There’s still too much of my tampering in your soul and that needs to be fixed. I wanted you to know the truth, but you won’t have to bear it forever. I’m sorry, my love.”
He suddenly realized what she was going to do, and it shattered what was left of his heart.
“Pam, please!” he pleaded, desperation twisting his gut into a painful knot. “You can’t just make me forget you and erase our history like that! Don’t you see? You’re the best thing that ever happened to me! What will I be without you?” The room felt as if it were crumbling beneath his feet, each word laced with the weight of impending loss.
“You’ll be free. You’re too precious to be swallowed by darkness. Goodbye, Matt.”
He took a step forward, reaching for her, but she raised her right hand and pressed a finger against his forehead, her dark blue eyes glowing.
An incandescent light burst forth from her fingertip, spiraling around him like a vibrant aurora. The warmth enveloped every inch of his body, flooding him with sensations that were both joyous and bittersweet. Memories of laughter, whispered secrets beneath starlit skies, the scent of her hair, sweet as blooming jasmine—each image flickered past him like a holographic film reel, vibrant yet fading.
“Let go,” she whispered, her breath brushing against his skin like a soft breeze. “I release you, Matt.”
As Matt stood dazed, the glow intensified, illuminating the shadows that had crept into his heart. He felt the magic coiling inside him—a gentle tug, like the last remnants of an ethereal thread unraveling from within. Every cherished moment they’d shared began to dissolve: their first dance in the rain, her laughter echoing in the stillness of dawn, and their passionate kisses whether alone or surrounded by strangers. All gone, never to return.
Pam turned away, her heart a fractured mirror reflecting the myriad of emotions swirling within her. The door creaked open, and she stepped into the world beyond, empty once more but confident she had made the right choice.
On her way out, she spotted Lisa, the downstairs neighbor who had always had a crush on him. Now it was her time to shine and give him the solace he needed in the days to come. Never looking back, Pam disappeared into the night. The rain washed her tears away.
THE END
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