Love. It was the most beautiful thing to ever exist. For us though, it was generally, deadly. A never-ending war, forcing us to fight against the world, every day. Death rained on us in our daily lives, and sadness filled our hearts over time.
We’d fight against strangers, friends, family, and even each other. We’d struggle to protect one another, but inevitably, in the end, only one of us would get hurt.
“You can’t protect her forever.” A shadowy figure stood in the corner of a dimly lit cabin, deep in the forests of Virginia. Across from the mysterious person, stood a man. His body covered in blood, scars, and bruises. Next to him, on the floor, lay a sword, crimson blood dripping from its tip.
“I have no choice. Without her, my world seems empty and lonely. My body becomes numb, and I can’t seem to breathe.” The man shook, holding back his tears. His hand reached to his chest, where his heart was beating rapidly. Clenching his shirt in his fist tightly, he took a breath as deep as he could manage.
“They’ll come for you both. You know that.” The shadowy figure gave a desperate warning to the man. “Please, just forget her...and come back with me.”
A long pause gave the air an unsettling and dismal feeling. It was so quiet; you could almost hear the droplets of blood dripping from the sword to the floor. The man’s shoulders slumped over as he looked at the woman who lay on the couch across from where he stood. Her dark hair spilled perfectly over her shoulders and onto her chest, which slowly rose and fell with her breathing. The small breaths that passed her lips were soft, and the fire made her skin glow, making her seem pure, despite her blood-stained clothes and skin.
“Let them come. I’ll hide us both with all my strength, and if they still find me, then I will protect her with my life….just as I should’ve done before...” The shadowy figure laughed sadly at the man’s words. The man's body winced at the laugh, an overwhelming feeling of pain and regret entering his heart heavily. He turned towards the shadowy figure with a woeful frown.
“Don’t give me that look. Do as you wish. Protect her with everything you have. It will be at the cost of your own life.” A figure stepped out from the shadows. A woman, quite the opposite of the one on the couch, crossed her arms as she approached the man. Blood smeared on her porcelain skin, silver battle scars shining in the light. The pain was written in her eyes as she stared at him. Giving a faint smile, she glanced past him at the woman on the couch. Though she felt envious that the woman had everything she wanted, she also felt pain and sorrow for her. “After all...it is your sacred duty.”
Love. It was the most beautiful thing to ever exist. Now, to us, the other is the most beautiful thing.
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