If I…
If I could have the world, I'd give it all up to have you.
If I couldn't have you, I'd walk away to make you happy.
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Part of him always knew, without being told and against all hope, that she was not his. That she would never be his.
Doesn't it hurt? Doesn't it make you sick?
Sure, he had a great many things in life; he was a respected warrior, a saviour to his people and a prince. His people worshiped him, females begged for his favour, for his attention, for his love. Males fought for his attention, for his favour. But he was no closer to them then the sky is to the earth; always visible, but always just out of reach.
Oh but you know they love it, live for it, get off on it.
It felt wrong, playing the part of a prince seeking a bride. His bride had been found but she was nothing like them. She was strong, she was powerful and she was stubborn and she was proud. She fought her own battles and refused to do otherwise. She believed in her friends and even in herself. That was his spitfire. That was his angel, his love and his queen.
The pain lets you know that the feeling was real.
He sighed, shaking his head as though the physical action could chase away the mental pain. Golden eyes drifted up, focusing on a single star, earth. Her home, so far from his own and yet so close to his heart, if only because it is close to hers. He shook his head more firmly, determined to move on.
You were played a fool, a fool in love.
He smiled slightly, lips parting to reveal just a hint of his fangs. He could still remember her smile. It wasn't for him, no never for him, but sometimes, when he was alone with just his thoughts he could pretend that maybe, just maybe, she was meant it for him. His mind knew better, but it couldn't hurt to pretend… right?
If you love someone, then fight for them.
He'd fought alright. He'd fought against her and he'd fought her companions. He had battled with her and even though it went against everything he knew, everything he'd been taught, he had fought for her. Sure he knew it was hopeless but he had to try. To have her acknowledge him, accept him. Even though he knew she'd never love him.
If you love someone, let them go.
When she had shed tears over him, he had thought that maybe, just maybe, there was a chance. Then she had smiled at him and he knew. Though it shattered his heart to admit, she was not his. She had never been his. That knowledge ripped him apart from the inside out.
But still you can't say good-bye.
He glanced down from his window to the people milling around below, none really paying any attention to him. Sure they had gone their separate ways. They might never meet again but hope taunted him, faith kept him alive, because if she was happy then he could survive.
You gave her your heart, and you can't live without it.
Kish raised his eyes once more to the small pin prick star that was earth and gave one small smile before walking away. Ichigo was his queen. It mattered little that she had no desire or love for him. She ruled his heart and his soul. He loved her unconditionally and should there ever be the slightest chance for him, no matter how slim. Even if she only wanted him there for a heart beat, he would be there, because she wanted him. And should she want him gone in the morning, he would vanish without a trace.
Because
If I could have the world, I'd give it all up to have you.
If I couldn't have you, I'd walk away to make you happy.