The flames licked his body but that wasn't what hurt. Watching the fire contort and crackle he saw not his own face but hers. Her soft smiling - dead face.
She wasn't supposed to show emotion in those big blue eyes but he swore he could see the joy shining through.
Even in his own face the emotions that played on his lips never reached his eyes. He would laugh, he'd joke, and groan and complain and even sometimes he'd tell himself he loved but those words never reached his lips and his eyes were never wet like hers.
But when he looked in the mirror the day she left, he could see it in his eyes too.
AN/ This is my new OTP, after Kaiku of course. This is just a short drabble I wrote in Creative Writing once. Lol, fail title much? I hate titling things.