She: A girl, who before Him had forgotten how to love. The kindest spirit anyone could ever hope to meet. Always cheerful. She was much smaller than He being but five four… almost. Brown curls hiding an angel's face, at least that was what He thought. She thought She was ugly. Brown eyes, ivory skin.
He: A giant at seven foot three. He forgot that He wasn't just a beast, a killer, and a weapon for the government. She tried to show Him that He was human too, and whatever things He had done, She assured him she didn't care, that She knew He did it for His country, He was a hero. Even when He didn't feel like one. He was a stark contrast to her paleness, a deep ebony all over.
They were Yin and Yang.
They walked down Her road together hand in hand. He doesn't show emotion because of his training, but She was his exception. Always his exception, shown by the small smile that crossed his face. He couldn't help it, not when She was so happy and carefree. Not when He could practically feel Her love for Him in Her voice, Her beautiful laugh, Her – in Her. She is cheerful by nature, and in His presence She can't seem to stop Herself from blabbing on and on about anything and everything. She thinks it's annoying. He thinks it's endearing. Sometimes He silences Her with a kiss, like now. He picks Her up, front to front. She wraps Her legs around him and they share a passionate moment together. Leaving Her breathless and Him happy. Now the scale has been evened out in some way and She no longer feels the need to speak. They are content in each other's presence, like always. He has put her down, but She has been cuddled into his side. They don't see they nature surrounding them, She is only aware of Him. He is aware of everything, mostly Her, but he couldn't help being aware of his surroundings.
She was His everything and He was Her's.