Choice.
Something he never had.
Many things he had
But a choice was not one of them
Not a choice to fight
Not a choice to have his life brutally cut so short;
born into a dark and hateful death
Not a choice to continue to fight;
forged in a bloody war, unjust in everyway possible
But his state of mind, that he did choose
Maybe not consciously, at the very least
But still aware that what he had so little choice in
Would be his only opportunity to escape this life
If you could call it a life
Either way he seized the chance
Letting it guide him in every which direction
Sometimes dragging him into not the best situations
He was beginning to lose his hope;
More than what was already forever gone
What was he searching for?
Or will he ever find it?
That's when fate took control of him
Leading him to a light
A beautiful light
He didn't understand the feelings he felt for the tiny girl
Giving him a new start no matter how gruesome a past he had
Until she voiced what fate had so graciously pointed out to him
And his mind ran rampant,
Recollecting the intensity of this feeling
Sure, he had no choices
It had been the hand the world dealt him
But taking her hand was a step forward
Getting closer to what his conscious mind had been screaming at him
They were meant to be together.
Forever.
And he will never let go of her,
Afraid she might disappear
He may always be reminded of his part
Though he will never forget how lost he was
One can only come to this conclusion;
Saved by Love
Isn't just a saying.