A/N: This is the result of my complete annoyance of being unable to do anything but limp on my left leg.
Disclaimer: It's still not mine.
Shadow
She couldn't be the one to hold him tight when the nightmares clawed at his mind. She couldn't stop him from screaming as the memories of what he did flitted across his subconscious, haunting him in the dark.
She couldn't be the shoulder that he cried on, even when he lost the person closest to him. She hated how he attempted to put on his strong facade, knowing how he was dying inside. She wanted to comfort him, but it was forbidden. There was no way she could break that rule.
She couldn't be the one he wanted, whose name he called in the dead of night. She couldn't wake up beside him, kiss him, stay with forever. She couldn't be the first thing he saw in the morning and the last thing he saw at night. No matter how much she may have wanted it.
She couldn't be his pride and joy, the woman of his dreams who he bragged about to the boys. She would never be the one he would be so lucky to have found, drawing envious stares from the women who wished they were her.
There were so many things that she could never be for him. So she would simply be his shadow. She would follow behind without fail and rise to meet all who would dare to try and take him from this world. She was part of him, connected to him, but unable to touch the reality that he lived in.
And like a good little shadow, when he fell she would simply fade away.
A/N: please review.