Cold. That is what he was. His faced ever so poised, but so emotionless at the same time. Throughout the years I grew and blossomed, and so did he right by my side. As each season passed, his faced would discreetly become a little softer.
She was my light. Her eyes so big and wide, but as time passed on those eyes became the eyes of a woman. As the seasons came and went she matured into a fine lady…my lady. She was the first person to make me smile.
He was my guardian angel, even though many could oppose. He brought me back to life, both literally and figuratively. He was my world, my protector.
She was so fragile, in constant need of protection…and I was glad to give it. I brought her back to life, and in return she did the same for me.
As I developed, so did my feelings. I loved him, and deep down I knew he loved me too. He was and is my first and last love. But now reflecting back, I understand why he had to do it, why he had to give me away.
As she grew in years, I knew I couldn't offer her anything she rightfully deserved. It was the hardest decision I had to make, but I always knew the day would come…when I would have to give her away.
We were worlds apart. He was a powerful demon lord. I was a scrawny human girl. He would stay young and strong forever and I would fade away as time passed us by. Even though we had all the love in the world to give to each other, it wasn't enough.
The day she left my life was the worst day of my life. The light she lit in me was extinguished; I wasn't the same without her. But I wasn't strong enough. Strong enough to stay by her as time ate at her radiance. I couldn't watch as time wiped away that sparkle in her eyes. She deserved someone better, someone who she could relate to and grow old with.
My guardian angel, the memories I had of him were constantly with me. He helped shape me into the kind of woman I was; he completed me. Never in all the years did a day pass by that didn't think about him.
I thought of her everyday, remembering the kind of person she would want me to be. I would check on her every so often, always keeping my identity secret, but somehow she knew when I was watching because that radiant smile lit up her face. Even in her old age, she lever lost that sparkle in her eye or her innocence. And even in old age, she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.