Life

I try to run, but I fall. I try to breathe, but the air chokes me. I try to live, but the rules compress me. I short, I am imperfect. And in my world, being imperfect is nothing short then a death sentence.
== Prologue ==
I blink the sleep out of my weary eyes, and continue to stare at him, transfixed by the words he just uttered. “You love me?”
He nods, and I shake my head. “You, me, it’s impossible! It can’t happen! We can’t happen!”
“That’s one of the reasons I want it so badly,” he whispers, voice full of longing. I back away, shaking my head. “No, no... I don’t want this.”
Hurt briefly flashes in his eyes, and I feel the horrible fingers of guilt clutch at me. “I’m sorry!” I yell, then turn, and run. He watches me leave, and his fists clench. The air is immediately wrenched from my airpipe, and I clutch at my neck, choking on my own tongue. "P-ple-please," I stammer, and he stalks forwards, eyes narrowed.
"You shouldn't have rejected me, Jyterna." His voice is soft and gentle, but there is an unfamiliar note in it. Cold, hard fury.
"P-please." His eyes meet mine, and a smile arcs his lips. "It would be... imperfect if I had been rejected by you."
No! I mentally scream. I didn't mean it like that!
He shakes his head, the smile still fastened onto his face. "I promise you'll get a good burial, Jyterna."
I fall to the ground, black dots appearing in my vision. I fumble with the knife at my side, knowing I will never get it loose in time to stab him through the heart.
"Goodbye." His soft, deadly words are the last thing I hear before I slip into death's embrace.