It was frowned upon.

Not only were we both men, but he wasn't even human anymore. An Elemental Spirit of Valor and Ice, long dead.

But we were in love. Having fought for so long together, battling Greed, Aisha, Noxus, the Mysterious Stranger, even the Rose together. We'd destroyed them all, battling side by side, our relationship growing and growing until I couldn't even look at him without a pain in my chest.

He knew. Everyone knew. Tomix had told me once that love between a Soulweaver and his Soulally never ended well. They would always die, though for each other.

Was that so bad? To die for the person I loved more than anything else?

Was it really a bad thing that I loved this man, that his eyes made my knees weak and his smile made me happy, even in the blackest of moods?

Was it bad that I had already fallen so hard? That it was hopeless now?

That I had bought a ring?

And from Cysero? Anytime I had to deal with that crazy bastard was an ordeal in itself.

We're to be married this coming Frostvale.

I've...I've never been happier.