A woman can love a man, but can she love another woman?

A man can love a woman, but can he love another man?

A person can love anyone, if he or she thinks it's the one.

But their feelings do not matter, only opinions of society can.

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This was said to be written by Clayton Howard, right before he died. He saw his brother, the late king, died right before his eyes together with the man he loved so much. He could have done something, but his feet were stuck to the ground, completely paralyzed. Scared.

The only thing he could do was to give them a proper burial, but in private. He tried to fight for their kind of relationship, but the people refused to listen. So to avoid speaking ill of the king again, he removed every information of what had happened and made an order to never talk about the death of the king.

As years went by, the people started forgetting about it and that topic was never again opened up. The people may have forgotten, but he could still remember everything.

And the guilt remains.

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Another tear fell as the king says to the man in his arms, the man laughed slightly while looking at the king, "Are you guilty, my love? You cannot stop crying?" the king did not answer and continued to sob.

Most people would tell their lovers not to cry for them, but he did the opposite. The man smiled with sorrow, "That is good. That will make you remember me."

The King cried and apologized nonstop, he probably said sorry a hundred times while hugging his lover who was about to die in his arms. But even at the brink of death he still smiled, "I cannot tell you not to cry, because you cannot make tragedy happy."

He caressed his cheeks and wiped a bit of his watering eyes, "But if these tears that you shed can make you remember me, then please cry." his voice cracked as he told the king. "Cry for me."

He cried harder as he still keeps on repeating the same words, "I am so sorry, I am so sorry."

"Our fate in this time is cruel. I am the king yet I let their judgments rule." he said. The man put his hand on his face, caressing the cheeks he had always kissed, for the last time.

He smiled, a bitter smile, as he stated with hope, "Someday, my prince, we will be given a chance. To let every person know about our tragic romance."

It was a painful battle for them. They kept asking themselves why everything would end at this point. They did not deserve it.

All they did was to follow their heart. All they did was love each other like any other would. Yet, it was like a war for them.

A war which they have lost to.

The slow motion he felt ended and he could finally hear the people's yells. The noise pierced through his ears. Their words pierced through his heart. He realized that the man in his arms, the man he ever loved, is gone.

He could not feel anything anymore. Maybe he had gone numb because his lover died, but then it was not only their yells that caused pain in his chest.

It was because an arrow had pierced through his heart.

Instead of getting enraged, instead of looking to find out who did it, the first thing he thought of to do was to hold his lover's hand. He smiled, even though fate was cruel to their relationship, at least fate was kind enough to let them be together.

In death.

"Someday."

The last word from the king before he collapsed to the ground.

Both of them lay on the ground while holding hands. For the last time.

"Someday." Clayton muttered, standing at the palace's balcony. "Someday, your story will be told."

Another Howard will come to be lost in history and even if he gets out, he knows that he will forever be connected to him. Forever be trapped in history, in his story.

A wish has been made.

Their fates have intertwined.

And a chance will soon come.