A/N: Hey guys, ssooooo this is a story that was written by a close friend who doesn't happen to have an account on here (but she totally should 'cause her stories are wicked good). So reaaaddddd it :) if you do both me and her will be happy. Anyways, have fun, read and review please.

There he stood. In his shining armor and his ruffled chocolate brown hair standing straight up. It was him. The one I had been waiting for. I ran up to him and hugged him with tears in my eyes. "My Lord, you have finally returned." I whispered but pulled away when he didn't hug back. Did he remember me? Did he remember us? He cleared his throat and took a step back. "I'm sorry sir, but do I know you?" He asked and I felt my heart shatter.

To him I am just a poor peasant boy, who just got dirt on precious shiny armor. And to make it worse, Aurora came up and threaded her arm through his. That traitor! She smirks at me then, just to add the cherry on top; she reaches over and plants a kiss on his lips. Fuck her.

I shake my head then turn around and run away, trying to keep the tears from spilling over just yet. I stop when I get to the edge of the river. He promised me eternity. Liar. I take out my old rusty blade and start drawing a long line next to an old cut, the fresh blood slowly dripping out. Ever since he had left for war I had cut myself. And I promised to myself that when 'we' would be broken, I would cut deep enough to bleed out and die.

Blood has become my new best friend.

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I sat there by the water for what must've been hours before I heard someone coming. I quickly put the blade away and covered my new scar. "Eh-hem." He cleared his throat. It was him. The Lord of Lies. Great. "What do you want?" I snap then cringe as I remember the last time I snapped at a 'higher' person. I had gotten whipped ten times for every word I said. "To speak with you, Peasant. Now stand and look at me when I'm talking." I roll my eyes then stand up and stare him straight in the eye. Just what you aren't supposed to do. "Yes?" I ask impatiently when he doesn't say anything for a while. "Why did you run off crying when you saw me with Aurora?" He asks, his voice softer. "Because my sister's a fucking trai-" I stop myself and look down ashamed, my cheeks flushing red. "It doesn't matter." I correct myself and I hear him chuckle slightly. "Aurora is your sister? Why aren't you in the palace as well then, boy?" I always hated the way he called me boy, even though I was a month older. "Because I failed my parents when I was young and they sent me to live with an aunt and uncle." I had already told him this before, so why am I telling him again?

He steps forward towards me and slides out his sword. "W-what are doing?" I ask with a scared tint in my voice. He stabs the sword through the ground between us then takes out a dagger, holding it in his hand. "I'm showing you these. If you are going to cut yourself, then at least use these. Not that rusty old thing." He says then holds out the dagger to me. My mind swirls as I take it then I look up at him. "Do you love me?" I ask him quietly. "What? Of course I don't! You're a peasant!" I shake my head and smile sadly as I press the dagger hard against my wrist. I watch as my skin is torn apart and I start bleeding heavily. I ignore my once lover's screams as I fall to my knees; I can already feel myself slipping away.

Apparently then was when he realized how much he actually did love me. He pulled me into his arms and started sobbing. "I love you." I whisper as my energy drains. I don't hear his reply before I'm gone. Gone forever. Gone from this hurt. Gone from this pain. And it was all his fault.