This is just a simple one shot, because no matter how hard I try, I can't seem to think of anything for my ongoing story :/ So I did this to let of some steam -_-'
But anyways, I hope you like it :) Not really fluff, and it's really short, but I like it. Review and tell me what you think please :) Enjoy ^^
I love this girl. She's stubborn, violent, and a pain in the arse. But, no matter how hard I try, I can't stop these feelings from growing.
Her every action has my heart racing, from the small, warm smiles she has, that she thinks I don't notice, to her panicked, desperate face when she thinks I'm hurt, or something's wrong.
She doesn't realize it, but every time her hand brushes mine when we walk, heat rushes through my body and my heart rate increases, almost to the point of it bursting from my chest.
Those bright, shining orbs she uses to stare into my own dark, dull ones have me at her mercy. I would do anything for those eyes to only look at me.
I would give my world up for her, simply because my world revolves only around her.
I would give everything. I have proven time and time again that I would willingly die for her, to allow her more time to be alive, even if I'm not there with her.
When she smiles, I smile. When she laughs, I laugh. When she cries, I cry. When she hurts, I hurt, and would do anything to make her smile again.
Her life is my life. If she's not there, then neither am I. I can't function without her. Until I found her, I was nothing.
That day when she waltzed into my life, stretching out her hand to me in that dark, candle-lit room, even after listening to my more than disturbing performance, I knew I had not lived yet.
I knew that the moment I allowed my own hand to reach out to hers, the feeling of her soft, warm palm against my own rough, cold one, that my life truly started, then and there, in her warm grasp.
She is my saviour, life, partner, and my love. Though I'd never tell her, because that just wouldn't be cool...