Love is a miracle, envoloped in sorrow.

Maehim watched her. Right now, he couldn't tell whether her hair was made out of sundrops or gold, and he would never know. She was amazing, as she smiled and laughed, running with her brothers and sisters that she held so, so dear. She never knew him, but she did glance at him and smile her warmest smile when she saw him.

True love will last until tomorrow.

Every day. Every day of every week of every month of every year. He watched her. No, he wasn't a pervert; if you saw her as he saw her, you would be doing the same thing as he. No matter what, he always stopped what he was doing at twilight, and he always went to see her. He never got tired of that same smile, and it seemed she never tired of giving it.

Needless if you try so hard,

Maehim tried to give her hints of his love, but his courage was always too small in amounts. There was no telling when he would gain the bravery to face his love, once and for all.

You always will be torn apart.

But Maehim wasn't one to give up. He tried and tried, but whenever she looked at him with those ametheyst eyes, he knew: he couldn't compete with her beauty. Then, one day, when he finally mustered up all his courage, she just...wasn't there. He didn't understand. She was there every day for a year straight. Why wasn't she here? Her brothers and sisters were crowded around a spot on the ground, their usual laughter gone from their throats. He appraoched them, and they parted like the Red Sea. He couldn't believe what he saw just then. A...A large cross, on the ground, the name Aribel Peterson on it's front. He froze, but everything went so fast around him. The children, without him noticing, had held to his long, royal blue coat like they would fall to the end of the world if they let go. Something stirred within him, and he felt a strange sensation he had never felt before in his memory: it seemed water was streaming down his face, but there was not a cloud in the dark sky above. He fell to his knees, his gray eyes now dull and wide with disbelief. He vaguelly noticed that the warmth of the many children around him had gone, and he was alone, on the ground. He slowly lifted his head, which had fallen earlier.

Love had killed him.

Then he would kill love.