This came to me one day, and I had to write it. It's been several weeks since I wrote this. Now it's time to see what you think. Reviews are loved.
When she smiled it was like heaven sending song into his heart. Her hair was always elegantly styled, though he had seen it down, and had found that her natural beauty outshone all other images of her. From the moment their eyes had met his heart had beat for her. At first, her love was directed at his presence as a nation; it wasn't until later that she directed it at his heart. They held parties simply to see each other, and snuck out almost every night. Somehow, they never got caught.
Her death broke him apart, and left him lying defeated on the ground. No one could comfort him. Hatred at himself boiled inside of him; why couldn't he save her? Yet he stood strong once more, and hid his sadness until it was alright for him to yell along to the growing pain that was his heart. Because no matter how much they had fought, their love could never be.