He never wanted this.
Rain pelted down around them, soaking them to the bone. The firm earth was rapidly becoming loose mud, puddles marking every indentation in the dirt. With heavy legs, they dragged themselves forwards, coming to the front of their ranks. Both looked to each other in sadness, wondering how it ever came to this. Their soldiers waited expectantly, weapons ready.
He never wanted to do this.
His boots squelched as he started forwards. With a heave, he gained speed, lifting his weapon. Hundreds of eyes watched history unfold. Whatever happened now would effect the rest of their lives. All with a small flick of a wrist, a thrust of the shoulder...
He never wanted to raise his weapon.
Green eyes determined, the sharp metal spike descended. All of his force was needed, but he successfully tossed the other's gun aside. The tip of the glinting steel was just inches from it's destination. His hair hung limply around his face, and he couldn't bring himself to look up. His arm began to shake uncontrollably, but he didn't lower his gun. He felt it in his back first. He started to slump forwards, his weight becoming unbalanced. His knees gave out, gravity taking it's toll. Giving into the force pulling downwards, he dropped the weapon, metal clattering into the mud. Water splashed his face as his knees hit a puddle. Raising his shaking hands to his face, he let the silent sobs loose.
He never wanted this.
Their worlds were so closely related, yet so far. Even through the dark clouds, the bright blue and the ruby red shone. The plain was split in the middle, with only a small empty area separating them. If one was to look closer, one could see two figures break away from the groups. Their soldiers stood straight, tense, waiting for a signal. Instead of anger, sadness hung in the air. Neither man could look at the other.
He never wanted it to be this way.
Blue eyes widened with surprise as the red clad man came at full speed. With little time, he brought his gun up to deflect the blow. His eyes squinted, rain water clouding his vision. His arms strained against the force of the other, but the gun flew out of his hands. He could feel the chill of the sharp metal although it wasn't touching him. He stood still, refusing to give in. He tried to make eye contact with the other, but he was met with nothing.
He never wanted to be the one to bring tears.
He could hear the metal begin to vibrate, water slipping down the point of the steel. As the other began to crumble, he wanted to do something. He no longer cared about the people around him. He tried to make his limbs extend to catch, but he was frozen. As the man fell to the mud, he felt his heart crush. How badly he wanted to crouch down too and say that he was sorry. To say he never meant anything. To looking into the green eyes. With the rain running down his face, no one could see the tears roll slowly down his cheeks, blending with the water.
They didn't want to be apart
Both men were crying, and both men could do nothing to fix what they had done. Although neither of them had died, they mourned for the other.
Although they both fought willingly, they couldn't help but feel as if they had been torn apart by force.
Although they had never confessed, they felt heartbroken.
And no one would ever know but them.