Once upon a time, there was a girl.
And she did what all girls do, she fell in love.
But she wasn't a normal girl.
Her fiery hair and temper could tell you so, as she kicked you in the groin.
She had suffered so much, it was amazing that she was still sane.
Some may call her a masochist.
For the one she loved had caused her so much pain all those years ago.
But it wasn't his fault.
And he, too, loved the scarlet haired, armor clad, girl.
For every day he was imprisoned, she was on his mind.
She would never know, because he would never tell her.
Just as she would never tell him how much he meant to her.
The girl's heart wore a suit of armor, you see.
But the boy had found a chink, albeit unintentionally.
And then she was just so close to kissing her prince.
But he pushed her away, claiming that he couldn't, that there was someone else.
He was always such a bad liar.
And so the girl continued on with her life, her heart chipped a little.
And the boy just couldn't do it.
She was too good for him, or so he thought.
And then one day he had to bring her home, because she was drunk.
She said something.
He didn't hear.
She said it again.
He heard it this time.
She had claimed that she wasn't good enough for the boy.
And that that was why he had rejected her.
The boy couldn't help himself then.
He kissed her then.
He stayed with her until morning.
And once she was fully aware, he kissed her again.
And their story finally had a happy ending.