Dedicated to Kurotsaki, biggest LxA supporter ever. :]]

Disclaimer: I do not own GC or any of its rights; I just own my story plot and any other OC characters. (:

So...my fail attempt at a LassxArme. I'm so sick of Arme being the weak little girl. :3 So in this fic she's not. Well...she is..kind of. :3 -confused-

And this is the prologue, so its very short. Don't worry, the next chapter won't be as short. :L

A heart is fragile, still and delicate. A heart can love, can kill and can break.

Arme walked slowly in time to the music. On her face, she plastered a smile, but inside she was slowly breaking in half. Ronan stood at the altar with his wife, Elesis and Arme's smile faltered slightly, her eyes brimming with moisture. She tipped her head back, as the salty tears ran into her throat.

I will not cry. Arme held her head high as she walked. She scattered the confetti onto the ground as she heard the pastor start the vows.

'And do you, Ronan take Elesis to be your beloved wife?' A short balding man in his fifties asked the young man. 'I do.' Arme heard those words and felt her heart break into a million pieces.

And though my heart is breaking, I will smile for you.

In the midst of the festivities, a lone girl ran, burying her face in her arms. She could feel the wounds in her heart, like paper being snipped to the confetti she threw. The tears trickled down her cheeks, slowly at first, then swifter. I do.

She was so stupid.

Ronan and Arme sat on the porch swing together, each lost in their own fantasy world. They rocked forwards and backwards, until Arme began to wobble and collapsed off the swing, dragging Ronan with her. He landed on top of her, his mouth melding with hers and their eyes full of love or what she thought was love, of each other.

Scissors snipped her heart, making it painful to breathe. Arme sobbed as hot tears dripped down her face, her nose running. Her mind forced her to continue the memories.

Arme was frustratingly trying to wield a sword. She was not used to the dull clank of metal and the heaviness of a sword resting on her hand. She preferred light and weightless things, like her staff that was resting at home. Ronan came over and wrapped his muscled arms around her, placing the sword correctly in her hand and smiling at her, the dimples on his face making her want to melt.

Arme wanted to forget. She wanted to erase all memories of Ronan and her together, to stop reminiscing and pretending that she was still with him.

She had to let him go, but Arme didn't know how.

She cracked an egg in the bowl as Ronan struggled to measure out the flour. 'You are such a klutz!' Arme laughed, pouring the flour in a dirtied cup easily. She mixed all the ingredients together and waited for it to bake. Ronan came and watched the cake with her, as they both bathed in the silence, just enjoying each other's company.

Arme was gasping uncontrollably as the poisonous memory entered her mind.

'Please…stop it…' She cried out on the church steps. Her eyes welled with painful, hot tears as she revisited the most agonizing recollection.

Ronan stared at her with his deep blue eyes as he removed his helm and held her face gently like she was a fragile flower. 'I don't want her or anyone else.' He said, touching her cheek. 'You are a part of me, and I can't do anything about it.'

So she was his toy. She was nothing too him, he didn't love her. He just used her and threw her away like trash. Arme was furious. Her tears mounted as she yelled obscenities to the sky.

'I HATE YOU RONAN! YOU CAN GO DIG A HOLE A DIE IN IT!'

She stumbled through the black trees, the sharp branches tearing into her bridesmaid dress as the tears soaked down to her neck and into it. The once white dress was covered in streaks, mud and rips. Arme fell to the ground, not bothered to stand up again, staring at the rain coming down and splashing on her face.

But beyond her tough façade, she was hurting badly. She was vulnerable beneath her shield, and she had let Ronan in.

For what? So she could get hurt? So she could be a weakling?

Well. They could all just go to hell.

Please review and tell me if I should continue...

-R