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A/N: I got bored and was listening to some sad songs online and I came up with the idea.
I have no Beta! It's just me.
Fairy Ring
The blossoms from the nearby trees that circled around them, shielding the two lovers from the outside world as the petals danced with in the soft summer breeze. There he stood in the middle of the protected meadow where light and petals rained down upon them creating a nostalgic realm only for them.
"Paul…What's wrong?" The porcelain doll of a girl asked as her mahogany waves blew gently in the breeze. He said nothing to his lover as his muscles tensed at the sound of the worry in her voice.
"Paul?" She said his name in a ghost of a whisper to afraid to hear what he may say.
"We're done!" He barked out with such anger that was foreign to her.
"What?" she asked praying to any and all that it was not true.
"I said we're through, Bella! What don't you get?" He roared out never once looking at her as tears kissed her checks. He could not look at her. He was no good and she deserved better and not a monster like him. They say that he is a protector but all he sees himself as is a monster.
"Just leave and never come back! I don't want to look at that pathetic face of yours!" He finished as silent tears escaped his eyes begging for him to stop but this was for her own good.
"I'm pregnant!" She screamed out into the wind.
He finally turned to face her; he could not take it any longer and needed to have her as his and only his. To hold her in his arms and tell her that he loves her while begging for forgiveness for the lies he just told her. Even if he is a monster he needed, no needs her in his life.
But she was gone.
There he stands a protector of his land waiting for his love to return to him. In the circle where blossoms fall is where love grew and two hearts were shattered in one swift rash judgment by a man who's rage and passion was the embodiment of fire itself, wild and true but burning all who stand in its wake.
The End
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