How long could they keep on pretending?
How long could they keep pretending this? As they walked together, hand in hand, the way lover's walked, they could forget, forget that they were not on the same side. They could forget who they were, and were they come from and just deny.
When they were together alone, they lied to themselves. They lied that they were a happy and normal and perfectly fine, when how could it be so? It was obvious just looking at them. They were in opposing sides; surely if fate had assigned it this way, it was the way fate had meant it to be.
He cursed himself for being so weak.
She cursed herself for seeing something more than evil in his eyes.
She had never believed truly in the whole "he's completely evil" or "she's completely good", because it was absolute rubbish. Even so, when she had looked in his eyes, she had never expected to see hurt in his eyes. She had never expected to see loneliness in his eyes.
After they started to see each other, she no longer saw hurt and loneliness in his eyes.
She was supposed to hate him. After all he had done. He deceived them. He tried to hurt (kill) her friends. He wanted to take over her world. Literally.
Her thin hands tentatively grasped the back of his shirts, locked in a tight embrace. He was squeezing the life out of her. "Hey," she gasped.
"I have a name," he murmured to her slowly, causing her to blush. She knew that. It was just that it still scared her a bit. "I call you by yours…. Will."
Her blush deepened at the sound of her name. "Phobos," she barely whispered.
A/N: I personally like this one. Yes, this is an odd shipping, but I like it. I just have a thing with innocent, but strong girls paired up with evil, obnoxious guys. Review please!