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He knew
A satisfied smirk made its way to his lips. She just couldn't look bad, could she? Even with her brown hair blowing everywhere and tear-stained features. He knew why she was upset. It was because of that stupid boy. That stupid boy that she let hurt her. He knew why she was upset. He knew why she always forgave the stupid boy. He also knew there wasn't a thing he could do about it.
For he knew that it wasn't allowed.
Another time and day, she was lying there, unseeing. She didn't – couldn't – know that he was there. Her eyes were open, but she couldn't see him. It was almost like death, but he knew she was alive. He also knew what had caused this. But again, he knew that he couldn't do anything about it.
For he knew that he wasn't capable.
A year later, he glared at the girl. Hatred shone in her eyes, accompanied with something else. Something foreign. A scowl darkened his features. He said harsh words to her, words he hated to say but he knew he must. He knew why she hated him. Once more, he knew there was nothing he could do to change things.
For he knew he had long since crossed the line.
That stupid boy! How dare he ruin her night! This was her night to enjoy, and that stupid boy had to mess everything up! He watched from afar, wishing he could go to her. Help her. However, he knew he couldn't. He knew it would be rejected. He knew she would forgive the stupid boy. He also knew why.
And he knew he couldn't do anything to prevent it from happening.
He smiled bitterly as he overheard their conversation, knowing that had things gone a little differently, he might be over there with them. If he'd been a little braver, had a little more courage. But no, that wasn't the case. He knew that he'd chosen his path. He also knew he couldn't change it.
For he knew he was already halfway finished.
He glanced upwards at her as she glared at the black-haired boy. It was subtle, not much of a glare at all; more of a… disbelieving glance. He knew why. He knew she was jealous, if only slightly. He knew that she suspected him, for his slightly incriminating actions. He also knew he couldn't blame her.
For her suspicions were true.
He watched as it happened, wishing he could stop it. Knowing he could not. It was sad, he thought, that someone so happy and full of life should go through this. But it did not change anything. He knew why she was here. He knew why that stupid boy was so agonized. He knew he couldn't change things.
For it was too late.
He watched her, once more, nearly two decades later. Her daughter was now going off to her first year, very much like his son. He glanced over at his wife, a woman who he'd come to admire. Not love. He couldn't love her; not truly. He loved her as the mother of his son, but nothing more. He knew why. He knew why he told his son to be as kind as he could. He knew why he told his son to befriend as many as possible. He knew why he told his son to be open-minded.
For, while it was much too late for him, his son still had a chance.
Hey, guys, so this is my entry for .Increase's Female Character Challenge. The prompt was to write about someone who accidentally falls in love, so what you guys just read is the end result. I'm not sure how much I like it, actually... seems way to short for my liking... anyway, I purposely left out names, so as to keep you guessing. Speaking of guesses, I'd love to here yours as to the pair this little oneshot/drabble thing is about. Thank you for reading!
