After the war, we were all broken.
Some had scars of the flesh, others of the soul.
He and I were more shattered than most, though we hid it the best.
I was strong for my friends, he for his family.
We were each a puzzle flung to the wind,
But somehow, fate snapped our pieces together.
We made each other whole again.
Our living friends couldn't understand;
Fire and ice shouldn't live in harmony.
We defied all custom and were happy with each other.
Last Man Standing Competition, Week Three: Romance.
I've Never Competition, Round Five: Dramione.