The boy with the wild blue eyes and the crazy blond hair stood somberly at the edge of town.
The girl with the soft cornflower irises and the windswept sienna hair looked up at him.
"Please..." she whispered, touching his arm.
He had no response to give her. He hadn't spoken for days, ever since he'd gotten the news.
"Don't..." her voice quavered. Her eyes were watering.
He didn't look at her. Seeing her that way would ruin his image of her, the one of her smiling, the one of her tending to his mare.
"I know you have to leave," she murmured, looking at his stone cold face, "Just... promise me something."
He looked away from her. He did nod, though. He would promise her the moon if he could. He would promise her everything. He would do anything for her.
"Promise me you'll back," her voice was clear now, but it still shook a bit, "Promise me you won't get hurt. Can you do that for me?"
Finally he turned to see her. He took a deep breath before saying, "Of course."