He was her (fallen) angel and she was his knight in (tarnished) armour.
He hurts her, again, but this time it's worse; this time she wasn't expecting it.
He says he's sorry, and she says she forgives him.
And the truth is: He's not sorry. And she doesn't forgive him.
They change.
She used to be happy and he used to be amused, and now she's limp and tired and he turns to stone.
Suddenly he's away on missions for months, and she's glad because it hurts to look at him.
(she doesn't realise that her broken bottle eyes buckle his knees and hurts his heart, because he must have her)
There are many things he wants to say-
(I need you. I want you.
I love you.)
-but she has no time (for him)
He becomes tortured and she becomes Busy. Sometimes he watches, (their friendship is his excuse) and sees her pretty plastic smile slip as she turns from a sick child; sees her stumble and almost fall after a difficult surgery.
He falls more every day, and hates himself for his weakness.
(but he still goes to watch her)
She sneaks glances, and learns his face, the curve of his smirk and the glint in his eyes.
She's fascinated and she doesn't even know it.
(Romeo? she asks. Juliet, he acknowledges)
They meet one night.
She's still in her pyjamas and he's covered in dried blood from his latest mission.
(but it's perfect)
She steps towards him, footsteps echoing quietly and he watches, confused.
Her hand hesitates in the air between them (can I bridge the g a p?) but she places her hand on his heart, and looks him in the eyes, searching.
There's a flicker on his face, and his calloused hand fits around hers.
"Everything?" She asks.
"Everything." He acknowledges.
(I love you like the stars above, I love you till I die)
Inspired by the Dire Straits :)
First attempt at a not-angst romance. I'm out of my comfort zone, so helpful pointers would be nice.