You watch her from the shadows, always in the shadows.
She's like fire, burning into the core of you, melting you.
You can feel again.
This isn't necessarily a good thing as you slowly numbed yourself and now it physically hurts.
You want to scream, but can't open your mouth.
You will her to look at you, notice you, just once. But she doesn't, the darkness scares her. But it's not the darkness that's intimidates. It's the creatures that try and lure her into their world of shadows and pain.
Like you.
Like them.
He sees you watching her and takes you away. Warns you off. Stupid boy. Idiotic boy. You could have ruined everything. What would your father say? Your eyes don't see him as he studies you.
The darkness is blinding, smothering.
He tries again. What about everything we have fought for? This disturbs you. You haven't fought, not really. They are the puppeteers who have mapped out your every thought. The strings are snapping and he knows it. He warns you to be careful. You're always careful.
She whirls through your world smelling of strawberries and summer. Winter is your domain. You can't reach her, you're to afraid of being burnt.
So you bleed.
For not being strong enough, brave enough, good enough.
You bleed enough for the both of you.
So that she will never have to.
When it's over and the war is won, you retreat back into your shadows and hide from her light.
She will never know.
Sorry if the writing's awful. I just wanted to express some feelings and it came out a bit rambled.