Anarygu

He looked closely at the saved pictures on his camera. Looking at the ones of him and his fake smile. How he covered up his depression with smiles. How he wanted her to see him for the real him. How he wanted her to know how his first real smile in ages had been because of her. How he never seemed able to capture her beauty in a photo. He smiled and cried and felt for the first time in her arms. Doing whatever necessary to protect her. His pictures made her smile. So he constantly captured every feeling, every thought, every smile just to see her smile.

     Another nightmare gripped him in his sleep, he sat up panting heavily. He looked over at her and his breathing slowed. He had a ghost of a smile on his lips as he settled back down next to her. He snaked an arm under her and she woke slightly and kissed him sleepily. She looked at him and they spoke of the dream he had. Finally, he felt better and somehow safer. He never could understand why he felt safer around her because she was so small. Petite and kind as she was. Yet she was powerful all the same and could defend herself. Or at least, almost. He, on the other hand was built for a fight. Yet his disposition was shaken nightly by the

 He never wanted his life to be like this. The constant pressure he faced, the name calling, the warlike days. Yet she was his princess. His hope, his desire, all he ever wanted. His everything. So he’d spend his days running from his fate. Just to be with her. Or at least he tried to. But such a business he was involved in where no escape was allowed, made it impossible to break free. So he began using the power he had to his advantage. If he was cursed to such a fate then why not use it? Of course, it was all for her. It seemed to work for him at first. But he nearly lost everything, including his life. All to a simple blade. But then