He turned away from the sight before him.

The woman he loved was kissing that red haired Weasel.

He should have known something was up.

From the first kiss he knew something was wrong.

He had kissed her with every ounce of his being, and she had kept her eyes open.

Everytime he gave her a chance, she threw it away.

She just didnt get it. He would do anything for her. Anything.

If only she would hand him all her love.

He just didnt understand.

The battle raged on around them.

If only she knew, he'd die for her...