A/N: This was written on a bored afternoon watching pointless TV, when I was meant to be revising. I had to write something so I didn't lose my mind, and this is what I came out with. I apologise profusely for the randomness...it was just my mindset!
One day. That was all he asked for.
One day when he could be himself.
One day when he could be free of his family name, and the stereotype that went along with it.
One day when he didn't have to spend two hours perfecting his appearance.
One day when the snear that lived on his face could disappear.
One day when he was not the prejudiced bastard he appeared to be.
One day when he could talk with the people he was supposed to hate.
One day...
In one day, he could live a different life.
In one day, he could be free.
In one day, he could love, the thing he had always hidden from.
His family didn't appreciate love - there was none between husband and wife, none between father and son, none between mother and son. It was no wonder he was so cold really, was it?
But one day would change all that.
The one day he would never get.
He would never be able to be himself.
He would never be free of his family name, or the stereotype.
He would always spend a ridiculous amount of time on his appearance.
He would never lose the snear.
He would always be a prejudiced bastard.
He would never talk to the people he hated.
And love was definitely out of the question, especially with the one person who hated his family.
The one person who was his arch-nemesis.
The Boy-Who-Lived.
One day?
More like never.
A/N: Told you it was random! Review? pleading puppy eyes
