Posession

She was never really his. She could have been, if the situation was a little different, if she hadn't been ripped from his arms before they even had a chance to hold her. He can picture a life where things never changed, the two of them, growing old together the way they should have. They were perfect for eachother, each able to read the other like a book. But in the end, that was their downfall.

People say opposites attract. It couldn't be more true. A girl filled with passion and fire, falling for a boy with kind eyes and soft words. She forgot him, the boy with the snares, the boy who understood her. She never regrettted it. He didn't either, not really. He could never deny that his heart belonged with her, and if something made her happy, how could he regret it?

That didn't stop envy though, to see her in another's arms. Eyes filled with adoration, that in different cirumstances, could have been directed at him. That now would never look upon him with anything but wariness. To loose her love, pierced him like a dagger. To loose her trust ripped his heart to shreds.

His only comfort in his world were What If's and the memories of the smiles of a young girl yet to loose everyone she loved, and yet to fall in love with her opposite.