First there was a woman, not a normal woman by anybody's definition, at that she little more than a young woman. She was strong, she was brave. She was however young. So when she met a young man who offered an escape, she fell. She fell truly, deeply, and madly in love.
He was a man. A scarred man, one that had been beaten down by life. Despite that he was also soft. Not in the traditional sense of course. There was not one man that could go through such adversity and be a normal man.
He was soft in the way that when he fell in love; that when he finally found a woman strong enough to fight through all the rough exterior, he gave everything to her.
Their love for all that it was sweet. It was not meant to be. There were ones with plans. Plans that would never allow for something so sweet to continue. So they tore apart their life.
They took everything for her. They forced her to give away her future if only for one more day on the present.
First there was a woman, a brave and strong woman. A young woman. Too young to understand as she signed away all her hopes dreams and the people she cared the most about.
So in the end all there was, was a man. A man born from the love of a man and a woman. Raised by the choices of many a desperate evil. Tempered only by those who he cared for. Do when the final choice was made and the final body fell into the ground. He too broke down.