No One For Me But You
He'd seen her so many times he had lost count. They'd meet each other when she was sent out to do chores and he was dismissed from training. She'd clean the blood off his hands and he'd pick the glass out of her hair, then they sit together because they weren't ready to leave. Sometimes she would sing, other times they would talk, but often they just sat beside each other in silence, not needing to say much at all.
She was drawing pictures in the dirt, the twig she held etching crude figures and shapes. He spoke up after awhile, curious.
"What are you drawing?"
"It's from a story my mother told me when I was little," she said, "It's about a boy prince who has to complete three tasks in order to win the princess." She scooted a bit closer, before pointing to the first picture, "First he has to find the magic sword, which is guarded by a wizard who tells riddles," she moved onto her next drawing, and he leaned in a bit to see it better, "Then he has to go through a labyrinth to get the key to the castle. A-After that," she stuttered, and when he looked at her she was blushing, "After that, he has to fight the dragon."
"Does he win?" he asked, and she blinked.
"Yes. It's a fairy tale, it's supposed to end happy."
"Not everything has a happy ending," he pointed out, and she looked down at the dirt.
"Maybe...it's just a matter of perspective," she tried a smile.
"A-Ah, maybe," he shifted uncomfortably, trying to hide his own blush. She laughed, and he frowned at her. "What?"
"You know," she tilted her head a bit, unable to hold back another giggle, "You're face is funny when you're embarrassed."
"What's that supposed to mean?" he scowled, and she suddenly laughed again, "Are you saying I look funny?"
"I like the way you look," she said simply, then seemed to realize what she said. She looked back at the ground, her hair falling over her shoulder as she hid her face behind it. "I mean, you're..."
"U-Uh, thanks," he said for lack of anything better to say, and he looked away, flustered.
He felt her move and her knee bumped lightly against his. He turned back to face her and she smiled. He didn't know why he moved but all of a sudden he kissed her and she stared at him wide eyed.
"I-I better go," he stood up quickly, and stumbled as he scurried away, too afraid to look back.