A/N: This thought began writing itself in my head late at night. Probably why it's strange. Really not sure where it came from. Anyway, enjoy and review!
We dance around each other, circling slowly. Blades drawn, glinting, in the torch's light. You are smiling, a curve of thin lips. Strange, that we find ourselves here, when once we were so close. Painful almost, that knowledge that only a day ago we lay together, comfortable and content. Did you know this would happen? That we would find ourselves here, set against each other so? Is there any way to fix this, to be once more as we were…Or are we doomed to this path, circling forever more until one moves an single step and plunges their blade into the other? Will I ever get an answer? Does it matter anymore? The words will never pass your lips, the question will never pass mine. So, in the end, it will not matter and no one will ever speak of it.
And then, one of us lunges. The world goes white and there is only silence.