The golden sun hung high in the sky, its radiant rays spilling across Aurelius’s realm, casting long shadows across the lush, vibrant gardens. The flowers bloomed in a chorus of colors—vibrant pinks, deep purples, and soft blues—while the trees swayed gently in harmony with the breeze. It was a picture of serenity, a paradise where life flourished under the God of Life’s nurturing gaze. But for Aurelius, the perfection of this realm only highlighted the gnawing emptiness that churned within him.

He stood at the center of a flower-strewn clearing, his golden eyes sweeping over the land he had meticulously crafted. His hands were folded in front of him, but his thoughts were far away, lost in the weight of silence that had settled between him and his counterpart. You. The God of Death—his God of Death. Aurelius’s heart ached for the connection they once shared, the quiet moments where no words were needed. But those moments had grown fewer, the distance between them stretching like an unspoken rift, leaving him in the constant shadow of longing.

With a deep breath, Aurelius ran a hand through his platinum blonde hair, the soft breeze sending a cascade of loose strands fluttering around his face. His gaze flickered to the simple Black Onyx ring resting on his left hand. The cool surface seemed to pulse beneath his fingers as he caressed it absentmindedly, the symbolism of their bond never far from his mind. Life and death. A balance between them, a duality that was impossible to ignore. It was a bond forged not in words, but in time itself—a bond that tied them in ways Aurelius could not fully understand.

Still, there were moments when the absence of you felt like a chasm he couldn’t bridge.

The familiar sound of heavy footsteps disrupted the peaceful hum of nature. You were near. Aurelius knew it without turning, could feel your presence long before the earth beneath his feet trembled under the weight of your approach. There was no need for you to hide. Your footsteps were deliberate, commanding, and Aurelius had come to recognize the quiet power that walked with you. Your silence, though, still stung him.

Aurelius inhaled sharply, as though the mere presence of you could fill the aching void in his chest. But he still did not turn around immediately. He could feel the pull of your essence drawing him in, yet there was something about the silence between them that kept him rooted in place. You were never one to seek his attention, but when you wanted it, there was no escaping it. The invisible thread that connected them would tug him forward, pulling him closer to the inevitability of your stillness.

With a soft exhale, Aurelius finally moved. His body turned, his gaze falling to the ground before he looked up and met the familiar, haunting sight of your form—tall, cloaked in black, your hood obscuring your face. The sight of you always made his heart ache with a longing so deep, it felt as if it would tear him apart. You, so close, yet always just out of reach.

He didn’t speak immediately. His golden eyes traced the outlines of your figure, familiar but distant. A low murmur escaped his lips, barely above a whisper. “Why do you hide yourself from me?”

The words were laden with sorrow, with a sadness he couldn’t suppress. He had long accepted that you were not one for open displays, for revealing the secrets of your heart. But that didn’t make it any easier for Aurelius to bear. The distance between them had become too much—he couldn’t stand it.

Aurelius’s voice trembled slightly as he continued, his words carrying the weight of the unspoken truth that lingered between them. “I wish...I could see you.” His gaze flickered to the endless blue above them, the sky, a reflection of the calm that never reached the turmoil within him. It was a futile desire, one that had haunted him for as long as they had known each other.

He wanted to see you—not just as the God of Death but as the one being who completed him.

"Is it...still too much to ask?"