Hypnotic
That's the one word she'd often use to describe him, to describe the man she's supposed to hate and fight, one of the exact types of people she's sees in fairytales, and despite what she wishes, she knows he's nowhere close to a prince or a knight. He's the villain and she's the hero, and just mentioning this makes her chuckle bitterly, because their relationship is so forbidden and taboo, and it not even one of those tales that will eventually sort out into happy ending like in both her fairytales and in those sappy romance novels and movies that her sister used to talk about, oh no, because this a problem that not even magic could solve.
Because she's fallen so hard and fast for a man who is like one of those expensive snakes people keep as pets, because they're beautiful and hypnotizing, but oh so deadly too, especially when they're let out of their cage.
And as she sits looking at the television, her teammates sitting beside her, all of the clueless to how much it affects her; when his name pops up in the same sentence as the word death. The fragile mask she wore shatters as she leaves the room with tears threating to start streaming down her face, and she knows how many times he's told her that this could happen, but that doesn't ease her bleeding and broken heart, because this time isn't like those times when he'd disappear to recover or to lay low until the heat died down.
Because this time Roman Torchwick was dead.
The man she had fallen so hard for was dead and when he died he took a small piece of her with him, and as she sobs her eyes out, she tries her best to muffle her cries, because she knows that if her teammates found her, she wouldn't be able to explain her situation and they wouldn't understand how much this hurt, because they wouldn't believe that their innocent team leader would ever love someone like that…. Someone who was so evil, yet that's exactly what she did. And when she was questionedabout why she ran off she would throw on a sheepish smile, rub the back of her head, and say that she'd just realized she'd left something in class, earning an eye roll from Weiss and a chuckle from Yang.
And for the rest of the week everything just goes on as usual, with some students often bringing up the death of certain criminal and many calling it good riddance to one less villain roaming the streets, and every time she hears someone say that she mentally cringes, because no one will ever understand that he wasn't just some one-sided villain from a bad comic, that he had his likes, dislikes, and quirks, which no one but her will ever know about, and what hurts the most is that he'll probably never be looked at in any other way, he'll always be remembered as the villain, and now that he's gone…. Well….. They said it all already…. To them…
Now that he's gone…
There's one less criminal roaming the streets….
One less crime being committed….
But to her…..
It's a love that's been lost….
And a flame that's been blown out….
So when she finds a certain burned scarf with a note in a place on the window, she knows she's not going to let this go. She burns the note, with her face twisted in uncontrollable rage from the small words delicately written on it, as she watches the flames lick at the burning paper.
She's lucky that her team isn't here, she thinks, as she pulls on her dress and retrieves her weapon.
That little note told her his death was no accident, and that, perhaps, there was someone willing to help her avenge him, someone just as guilt-stricken as she is.
So when she sees the figure dressed in white, pink, and brown, carrying a parasol with their hand outstretched to her, through the opened window, she gladly takes their hand.
After all, she thinks,
They can't fix their wounds alone.
So perhaps they can mend each other's….
