by anime_angel2000
He looked down into his cup of coffee. The white swirled with the deep mocha, just as her life was mixing with his. Being exposed to the dangers no person should have to face. It wasn't his fault. He was born with this prophecy. But she wasn't. It wasn't her problem, and he was practically handing her over to the Dark Lord, just for his own selfish, lovesick heart. It wasn't right.
His green eyes looked up to the dark sky, which was flitted with stars. Maybe someday, he thought, they would meet again. He would open his arms, she would rush into them, her beautiful gray eyes filling with tears. Her beautiful smell of roses and lilacs would come back to him, and they could live their life together, as one, happily, instead of running constantly. Running from, fear, running from truth...
No. He couldn't run from truth anymore. He would have to leave. He couldn't put her through the pain he deserved. He walked over to her bed and looked onto her face. Light from the candle at her side played across her pale skin. Her long, dark hair pooled around her head. He ran his fingers along the chocolate locks, praying for the day he would touch her again. He would count every day until their next kiss, torn by the very thought of her, but unable to live without it. He longed to hold her just once more. But now wasn't the time. Until then, she would remain forever in his dreams. And his heart.
He walked across the room, and out the door, never to cross through it again.
A/N: Fine! I wrote a God damn H/H story! Now they will leave me alone! *Shouts into her hand* I don't understand! I don't understand!! --Okay, if anyone got that last comment, tell me! Brownie points!!
D/C: I don't own anyone.