This is not that great of anything, just something I wrote in a sleep deprived stupor. Sorry if it sucks.
Standard disclaimer of I don't own anything!
First Time
Upon awakening, in the arms of an angel no less, he was in love. The blue of her eyes rivaled that of the sea and they were just as deep. After traveling with her and her brother, his feelings grew, and he thought surely this must be love. How could it not be? He would give up anything to be with her. To have her smile at him, or look at him, or touch him in the simplest of ways.
Then he met another. She was simply his friend and teacher. She was nice, but compared to his love, she was, well she was his friend.
She was hard, like the earth she commanded. Her hair was blacker than the darkest night, and her sightless eyes were far from expressive. She was slight, and small, and often coated in dirt. But she made him laugh and think. She was a good friend.
And his heart broke for the first time when he learned that in order to save the world, he would have to give up his love. His first and, most certainly, only love.
So he worked at it and eventually found a way around it.
But along the way his words of love were lost and never heard. His love had found another. He was heartbroken, depressed, devastated. How could she not see how much he loved her? How could she not know? Wasn't it obvious how he felt about her?
"No," his friend told him.
"You never took the time. You never spoke your mind. How was anyone to know if you never tell them?" she reminded him.
He looked at her as wise beyond her years. She was a good friend. She stuck by him through his heartache, and through the time shortly after when he vowed to never love again.
She knew what he was going through after all. For her first love had also found another.
"Time heals all things," she would tell him, and he would agree.
As time went on, the ache in his heart lessened, for his good friend helped to take the edge off the pain.
And as more time passed he took note that her clouded green eyes were just as expressive, if one knew what to look for. Her laugh was light and lilting, and her voice became a sirens song.
"What is wrong with me?" he would ask himself.
"I haven't felt anything like this since, since... oh no!" he thought.
"I promised myself never again," he berated himself.
"She would never feel the same," he assured himself.
But in the end the heart always rules the will, and he, as any man would, gave in.
So there he was, in love, with his good friend.
"What to do, what to do," became his mantra. Then he remembered the wise words of a man from long ago.
"Those who don't learn from history are destined to repeat it."
Well that decided it. He would not be a fool and repeat his past mistakes. No matter what, he would tell her his hearts desire. She would know his secret and decide his fate.
"I think, no I know, I love you," he blurted out one day.
His heart raced then almost stopped as she sat there silently, looking at him with unseeing eyes, but seeing more than any man.
He let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding when she finally spoke, "It took you long enough, Twinkle Toes."
He swore the birds sang more brightly, the sky was a brighter shade of blue, the sun just a bit warmer, the world more perfect, as she gently placed her hands on his cheeks and pulled him down in order for their lips to meet for the first time.
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C.A.