A/N: I do not own Kocoum (though i wish i did...yummy :P) or Pocahontus, or any other characters mentioned in this story.
I know i don't normally write angsty stuff....but this just wouldn't get outta my head! i just got really into Kocoum last night. looked at a bunch of pics of him and such. so yeah, now i loves me some Kocoum (Cacoa-yum! XD).
don't get me wrong, i wanted Pocahontus with John Smith as much as 98% of the rest of the people who watched the movie(s), but i just felt so bad for Kocoum :(
so, i wrote this during Earth Science, cuz we had finished our notes and i was booored XD
~hope you like it ^_^
He had loved her.
He had lived for her.
Everything he did was always for her.
When he went to battle, it was to protect her.
When he hunted, it was with the knowledge that he was feeding her.
When he asked her father to seek her hand in marriage, it was because he couldn't live without her.
Still, if she refused him, he would stay around, if only to continue to watch over her.
He knew he would never find another, for there was no one else for him, and so, even when she rejected him, he watched, worried, and fussed over her.
He knew that she had rejected him, that he didn't have a chance with her, that she would find love elsewhere.
Yes, he knew all this very well.
And yet, when he saw her kissing that…pale-face, his jealousy overruled him.
He attacked the man and he would have killed him, if it weren't for her.
She held him back to the best of her abilities, and he was starting to pull away, when they all heard a loud crack.
Suddenly, he was laying face-up in the lake.
Dead.
In everything he did, he showed his love for her.
In the end, he died fighting against her.
In the end, he died fighting for her.
Just as he lived for her, he died for her.
Everything he did, he did for her.
