Obligation
I watch them from afar, my fists clenched tightly. It's never hard to spot them, her shocking red hair and his messy brown locks are simply too recognisable. They can't help but draw attention to themselves; I mean it's the chosen one, the fated pair, the beloved couple.
His fierce emerald eyes catch mine and the smile which had been plastered across his face before fades. He develops a sparkle in his eye, a fire, a special fire reserved especially for me. Not a look of contentment and safety but a look of passion.
And yet I can't help but wish he would look at me the way he looks at her.
I just need to keep reminding myself that the glint in his eyes isn't love, its obligation.
It isn't love.
It can't be love.
It has to be obligation.
It just has to be…