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Author's note: This is like "She Just Couldn't". In Fiyero's point of veiw.
He knew. He knew because of the way she smiled weakly; the way she would sit in their room with a vacant expression; because of this, somehow he just knew. He knew she had doubts about him; his loyalty. He knew she had the feeling he would leave her.
He couldn't deny it though, he had thought about what he was to do, he did think about going back to his normal life. He hated himself for it, but he had thought about going back. But somehow she compelled him to stay, and he considered this love.
He wouldn't leave her, he couldn't. He wished he could tell her this; express his love. But it seemed as if no matter how much he were to do so, there would always be a hint of doubt; a little nagging in her head.
At first this upset him. But soon, he concluded her strange behavior was her way of expressing her own love. That it was her way of saying that she never wanted him to leave. He knew he loved her and she loved him back, but he wished there was a way to prove it. But no idea ever came to him.
He could never leave her, his heart wouldn't let him. And whenever he thought about this, his heart ached. It ached so much that he would watch her as she slept, and tell her softly he was always hers. Several times she would turn and whisper his name in her sleep, making him smile. He wished she could know how much he loved her, but he knew she never could.
(I found myself craving the deepness of getting into the one of the lovers' minds again.)