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They stood together by the docks, his arm wrapped protectively around her. She was his, and they were in love.
He whispered something in her ear, and gently pushed a small package wrapped in fur in her hands. She glanced at it then back to him and they kissed. Even with her stony face, with that one look you knew he was hers, and they were in love.
They were perfect for each other. She was the patient warrior, always ready to stay in the sidelines. He was the flurry of swords, always moving, always attacking. They were together and they were in love.
There's something they don't tell you about. For every happy couple out there, there's someone left behind. Someone like me.
Standing by the Mercenary Board, watching them depart, watching the only man I've ever cared for, leave with another girl on another mission.
I sat down by on the nearby logs.
And I cried.