Disclaimer: I don't own (though I wish I did) the characters used in this poem. They all belong to they're rightful companies. The storyline/plot of this fic however is my own idea. :)
A/N: *NOTE: Just so everyone knows my stories are rated T just to be safe, as I'm writing from a teenage/Young Adult standpoint. Well I think that's it so Sit back, Relax and Enjoy. (Oh wait one more thing; reviews and comments are most welcome but if you have nothing nice to say please keep it to yourself. Thank you.)
"Lightning was suffering, reaching out to us. But none of us could see it."`Vanille-ff13
The Comfort of A Hero:
She held her head in her hands
Her strong front was breaking
Why did no one understand?
She was reaching out
At least, she was trying to
The others saw her as cold
But really she was suffering
She could feel the tears forming
And as much as she tried to refuse them
They still fell
Into his waiting hands
How long had he been holding her like that?
She didn't know
And she didn't care
She was Claire again
Broken and fragile
Held in the comforting arms of a hero
Held in the arms of Snow