The Light in the Darkness.
She was the light in his darkness, the only star in an otherwise empty sky. Everything about her drew him in: her beauty, her charm, her intelligence. She calmed him when nothing else could, her very presence soothed him when things began to go wrong. He cherished the moments they spent together, reading old texts or, later, challenging each other to games of Senet. He'd felt a small thrill of pride when she'd sought him out in her distress, seeking comfort. And yet the moments they'd shared never truly left his thoughts, for he always thought of her: her pale blonde hair and light blue eyes, the opposite to his own, darker shades. The smiles and blushes at unexpected compliments. And the time he'd nearly lost her, the time he realised just how much she meant to him. He knew he'd never forget the fear that claimed him when he saw the Mark on her hand, or her scream as the blinding red light engulfed her slim form. They'd had their disputes, as couples did, but only one was never resolved: the final dispute, the one which tore them apart. For he had loved her, and she had broken his heart.
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I really need to stop writing things in the middle of the night. I need my sleep! Stupid plot bunnies.