Author's Note: Due to the fact that I have no bloody idea how to make a real note... ; I thought I should mention that while reading this you should listen to the song Bittersweet by Within Temptation. note the normal disclaimers I own only my own charries and all that jazz and sorry bout the randomness of this.

She was young, eighteen, when she found her mother's secrets. Tears tore from violet eyes as she fought to remain silent, her throat burning, sobs straining to escape. He was dead, and she never told him. Never held him close while he was awake, never kissed his lips or showed any care. Red hair clung to her small face as she felt her stomach fall, spine tingling, eyes burning, and her heart aching. The shattering of the young girl's heart seemed as though it could be heard for miles. She was too late. She had lost him forever and he had even told her he had to go. Why did she let him leave? Why hadn't she said anything to stop him?

Her brash, carefree attitude was gone. She felt broken, unable to ever work properly again, though she put on an act. She fooled them all, almost fooling herself into believing that she could ever be happy again. She acted as though nothing had ever happened. She would become the child she once was, forgetting her heart, toying with all others. Her outfit changed some, showing her body, as well as becoming stand offish. She began to attract others only to destroy them. A chain belt around her hips with a leather mini-skirt allowed the tattoo on her stomach to show with the small black tube top she wore.

She pretended to be happy, pretended she wasn't just a shell. Then one day, she found the truth out about the one she loved. He was some how related to the poor girl, and her mother never told her. She didn't know how to react, as old wounds were brutally torn open. She swore never to cry again, taking her job with the utmost responsibility, but she could feel it. She hated being so weak, falling for someone she could never have. Kreyn, the name caused a clenching ache in her chest.

She remembered his beautiful body, every muscle as it held her lithe form when they playfully fought, every laugh when happy. The very sound of his timbre masculine voice, they tore from him imprinted in her mind, giving her pleasant chills down her spine. His smile when she was around and the playful glare he would give when she hit him. She remembered when they started experimenting on him, taking bits of her soul as well without knowing. She never told him her feelings, never had the chance. They kept her from him, making her work instead of comforting him. She only wanted one last kiss, one last laugh, one last chance to say good-bye, one chance to say the three words she knew were from her heart and soul. Three little words that meant the world.

I Love You

Never will the young Turk called Reign ever say those words to another man. Her heart is lost to the one named Kreyn.