Opposites Do Attract
You two are like polar opposites in almost every way possible. While you have silvery white hair, he has black. While you have bright blue eyes that hold coldness beyond what words can express, he has honey brown that holds the warmth of a mother with her child. You have pale porcelain white skin from all the times you spent hiding within the coldest of shadows that hold no warmth like the sun, he has sun kissed skin from staying out too long in the suns loving rays, bathing in the soft glow of heat it has to offer. You have been raised in a family of assassins that don't care for your well-being with four siblings you don't know all that well, he has been raised in a small home with a loving aunt and grandmother and a missing father he always wished to know. You two are different from your looks down to your personal lives for you would care less for your family while he would do anything he could, but yet polar opposites attract and the strongest friendships can be formed.
But when these strong friendships that are formed, it's even harder to let them go. All you wish is for the other to be happy even if it risks your own happiness, you wouldn't mind because seeing that smile on their face is like a small slither of light in a pitch black cell, it means the whole world and you wouldn't sell it for all the jewels and gold the world had to offer. Because it was yours, and yours only. Letting it go just wasn't a choice, holding onto it for dear life was all you could. But when you see the tears fall and the frown etch its way onto their face, you think—no, you know you've failed them and that's all that you can think 'cause their crying because you couldn't protect them enough, couldn't shield them from the horrors of the world, and the tears that run down their face is just your fault and that alone makes it just so much worse.
That's not even the worse though. The worse is when their bleeding in your arms and they're smiling painfully up at you and whispering words of farewell with a raspy voice while you shake your head and cry, telling them that you're going to save them, that you're both going to walk out just okay and have a laugh like the good ol' times. But deep down, you know that's not true and that's what hurts the most. Knowing they're not going to make it out alive, knowing that that light that has shined down in that pitch black cell of yours is going to die out and your left alone feeling lonely, vulnerable, and an overwhelming sense of sadness because they're no longer there to laugh with you, to smile, to tease, to do anything. They're gone and there's nothing in the world you can do to bring them back because all you're left with is a shell of what they once lived in while the bigger part of them has left. And it hurts so bad, it hurts to the point where it feels like you're the one that is dying and not them. You just want to take their pain… and yet, you can't.
But that's not the point; right now everything is fine because no one is dying. He's sitting right across from you perfectly fine with a smile stretched on his sun kissed face as he tells you a lame joke he heard that day and you can't help but smile back and chuckle at it because it's just so lame, but you don't care. You're just happy he is fine, he is smiling and laughing, he's not dying and everything's alright. You call yourself silly in your head for your previous thoughts and forget about them now as you focus your attention on him.
All you can do is marvel at how different you two are but yet are the bestest of friends. It's a wonder, but you know, opposites do attract.