Her name was Ciel.
And I loved her.
She stood strongly, defiantly, but fragile, all at the same time. She was a leader, a good leader, yet she was afraid of the power, fearful of what it would do to her. She rarely held the position of leadership for long, and even when she did, she always had a level of angst around her, like she was nervous of what she could do.
What she would do.
I remember, opening my eyes. Seeing her. Everything was fuzzy. The past, the wars, the memories, all were buried; but one thing stood out clear and true. Her blue eyes, pure and true, staring at me as I awoke. Her golden hair, shining in the light and shadow. And as soon as I saw her, I felt something. Something I had never felt before.
As I fought for her resistance, the feeling began to grow. At first it puzzled me. I had never experienced the awe, the rush that passed over me whenever I saw her. But then I realized what it was.
It was love.
I remember someone saying that Reploids can't love. What I think they should have said was that Reploids weren't meant to love.
I struggled with my love for her. I could never find a way to express myself. Even as the memories of my past flooded back, I never lost sight of the one thing that kept me going.
Her blue eyes, pure and true, staring at me as I awoke.
But then I had to save the world. I remember, falling down through space, fighting for everything that had ever taken a breath on Earth. I thought I would never be able to say good-bye to her. It looked like my assumption would come true.
But the hand of fate had different plans for me.
It hurt. It hurt so bad, to raise my saber, to see her tear-filled blue eyes reflecting me back. It brought me back to my first memory of her.
And then I killed her.
So here I am. At the edge of the world. Just me and myself. Alone. I never even told her I loved her.
And now I'll never get the chance.
Her name was Ciel.
And I loved her.