A/N: Hello! Here's a little something that I spit out when I was supposed to be doing physics homework. Oops. Also, I didn't know what other category to put this under, so here it is.
Happy Reading!
Disclaimer: Nothing's mine. If it were, Rose would still be the companion.
One of my favorite stories I've ever heard was of a man. You might be thinking "Well, there's lots of men. You're going to have to be a bit more specific."
Well, the problem is that you and I probably know as much about this man as a blade of grass does. I know that he's young, and acts like a child more often than not, but his eyes are heavy, almost like he's seen more pain to last a lifetime.
But in his case, probably more than one lifetime.
People say he always has a companion with him. I wouldn't say always, but when he does have a friend, he's loyal, and playful, and above all, he's happy. He saves people, and people in turn trust him to do the right thing, even when nobody else will.
It's when he's alone that things get scary.
When the man's alone, he's desperate. He's lonely. He's ruthless. He's sad.
And he will do anything in his power to protect anyone and everyone he cares about. He would destroy entire fleets to save the people he loves.
He didn't used to.
I knew a man whose heart was heavy with guilt and grief. I knew a man who was so in love with a girl, and then he lost her. I knew a man who was childlike in every sense of the word. And I knew a man who lost everything.
And I loved all of them. For they were all the same man in the end.
They all had a certain appeal to them. The first was funny and sarcastic. The second was so loyal, and so loving that you couldn't help but smile. The third just wanted to have a little fun. And the last one cared so much about everyone else that he sometimes didn't even care about himself.
Of course, the first three are gone now. The last one is all that remains.
And his eyes are heavy with the weight of all he's seen.