Horrific Shorts: Zombie Edition
Chapter 1351 - 1351: Story 1351: We Kissed in Ashes

Smoke blurred the line between sky and ground.

Ash rained like dead snow.

And she stood there—hair matted with soot, lips cracked, eyes red from the fire but still burning with something deeper.

I should've left her.

She begged me to.

The infection in her arm had crept past her elbow.

We both knew what came next.

But I stayed.

We'd found the old theater by accident, following the broken highway signs like they were a map to something holy.

Inside, the velvet seats were rotting, the ceiling had collapsed, and in the center of the stage lay a circle of gasoline and a pile of matchbooks.

It was someone else's sanctuary once.

It would be our cremation.

"I want to go out beautiful," she said.

She wasn't afraid.

Not of the turning.

Not of the pain.

Just the idea that her last memory might be me crying, holding her as she lost her mind.

"I want to remember you before I forget myself."

So we made a fire.

Not a fast one.

Not cruel.

Just a soft burn—clothing, old playbills, the wooden benches we tore down together.

Each spark a memory.

Each flame a truth we hadn't said before.

She rested her head on my shoulder as we watched the fire grow.

"I used to dream of being kissed on a rooftop," she whispered.

I smiled. "How's a stage of cinders instead?"

She looked at me then.

Tired.

Tainted.

But still her.

"I'll take it."

Our lips met under the flicker of smoke and ruin.

It wasn't a desperate kiss.

It was slow.

Almost reverent.

Our last perfect moment.

A kiss without fear.

A kiss that held the past, the plague, and the inevitable goodbye.

I held her hand as she lay down beside the fire.

Her breathing slowed.

The infection had reached her heart.

But she didn't flinch.

Didn't scream.

She looked at me.

"I love you."

"I'll burn the world for you."

She smiled.

And then she was still.

I waited until I couldn't anymore.

Until her skin turned pale grey.

Until the twitch started.

And then I lit the rest of the fuel.

Ash flew like fireflies.

I watched her disappear in beauty.

Not horror.

Not rot.

Just warmth and light, taking her back.

I walked out of that theater without turning back.

I carry her in my lungs now—in every breath tainted with smoke.

We kissed in ashes.

And in that kiss, she stayed mine forever.

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