A/N: My first foray into the world of Sifki! Title and summary both taken from "Sigh No More," by Mumford and Sons. Thanks for reading!

They call you the Destroyer of Worlds.

But do they know that the only world you ever destroyed was mine?

There was innocence in your eyes, once. Eyes so beautiful – ice blue and summer's green. When you smiled at me then, the colors ignited, swirling like whirlpools deep within your gaze.

You were the tide, and I was caught in your pull.

They all believed my loyalties lay elsewhere; they believed me enamored with the strong, golden son with navy eyes.

How wrong they were.

It was always the darker one that captured my attention. In a sea of faces, and loud voices raised to tell tales of great feats, I saw nothing but emerald – heard nothing but the witty observations and side comments meant for my ear only.

There had always been a bitter tone to those words – but when I leaned against your shoulder, or wrapped my hand around yours, there was only light in your gaze, and sweet words on your tongue.

I would give anything, now, for things to be the way they once were.

If wounds could but be healed with love, I would shout to every realm just how much you have always meant to me. If I could go back and prove my loyalty to you – when you needed me by your side – I would give up his friendship and follow you. I would follow you to the edges of the universe.

You thought yourself unworthy of my love, when truly, it was I who did not deserve you.

When he told me that you fell, I saw the truth in his eyes. You did not fall. You were grace and elegance – you could not possibly fall.

You let go.

You let go, and you left me. You left me alone, with my heart broken, feeling it would never piece itself together again. Do you know how that feels, to have something that has always been a part of you suddenly ripped from you grasp? I felt as if I had lost my soul. My very existence became empty, meaningless.

When you returned, bound and broken, an ugly sneer replaced your smile. Once soft and gentle, hard lines and sharp edges now grated against me – against everyone who still loved you. You were dark, and feral, and changed.

Yet, I still felt that I had returned to life. I still held out hope. I still tried, day after day, to make us both whole again.

I tried to teach you to love again.

I suppose I can say I succeeded. You died for your brother. You gave your life protecting him and his love – avenging the death of the woman who was always your mother, even when you denied her.

The last time I saw you, I threatened your life. When I placed my blade against your throat, you only smiled, as if you knew exactly how all this would end. You did not fear death from me – you knew I could never harm you, not intentionally. You always knew your end would come from your own actions.

Why didn't you tell me?

If only I had known the truth, I would have gone with you. I could have saved you.

I always could have saved you.

Why did you never let me?

Now I sit here, beside the window of the great library, my gaze lost in the stars of which you told tales. You would speak so softly, my head resting on your shoulder, your voice a low, warm lullaby that sent me into sleep.

Have you finally found peace? Has death granted you the power to finally be truthful with yourself?

You left me here, alone. Again.

I miss you.

I love you.

If ever you loved me, return to me one day. When I am killed on the battlefield – because I am a reckless fool, as you have always said – I will enter death only if you lead me there.

Until then, dark prince, Destroyer of Worlds…I will wait for you.