Play Dead

"You can deny it all you want, but what's done is done. So just wait quietly until I come to stab your heart with this dagger."

He was silent for a while then he closed his eyes, probably trying his best to find a solution. "If we don't go through with it, you will remain human until you grow old and die. Am I right?"

"Unless there are external factors like illness or murder, then that would be the case." I lied and it made my insides burn harder as a consequence. 

"If you're going to die either way then just stab me now." He grabbed my hand that was holding the dagger and pointed it at his chest. "If our fate has already been decided then at least let me be the one to suffer sickness and old age."

My heart drummed against my chest and I twisted my wrist to turn the dagger downwards and away from his chest. "I don't want to."

He scowled at me. "Stop being ridiculous."