Her whole life was tumbling down. The joy and happiness she had felt some years ago seemed, now, so far away. Everything was so out of control! She couldn’t recognise herself anymore; she didn’t use to be such a sad and pessimistic girl. And if her world wasn’t on this pathetic war everything would be wonderful. But then again if it wasn’t for this war she should have never known him. She would have never seen his soul and instead of loving she would hate him. Yes, you’re reading well. Before the crash of the war they were enemies, they hated each other with such a passion… and I guess that’s why people say that there’s a thick line between love and hate. He was the only reason why she woke up everyday and fought to make the world a better place. She had chosen her path in the war; she had chosen the light side but he had chosen the dark one, making things between them even worse than they were.
Why did he have to choose the dark side, why not the light, when his whole heart and soul were with her? There was a big reason behind it all and although she knew why she just couldn’t accept it. He had been forced to choose that path by his parents and before falling in love with her, and now he couldn’t come back, otherwise he would be killed in the same instant he thought he was free.
There were times when she could only see him once in a month and even times when he would disappear for months coming back weaker. He was getting weaker day by day as he was punished almost everytime he was sent on one of his mysterious missions. There wasn’t anything good enough to please his master and he was starting to be afraid that He could find out that he wasn’t faithful to him. If He found out that he was betraying his side with her, he would kill her. And he knew he couldn’t bear to live without her. She was the only thing that made him sane in the twirl of his emotions. He always felt better when she was around him; she gave him strength to overcome every simple task of his days. The mere thought of her, of her hazel and warming eyes, fulfilled his heart with love, and if really concentrating in her slimmer figure he could almost smell her vanilla hair and feel her soft touch. However that wasn’t the same as being with her and holding her tight in his arms, telling her that he would never leave her, that he will be always there for her even if it seemed that he was too far away.
He loved every single moment he spent with her even if it was just for a brief time, she made him feel like he was at heaven. She was his angel and he was the devil. They were the forbidden relationship between bad and good, and sometimes he couldn’t understand how they were still together. They had nothing in common besides their love for each other and his love for her was the only thing he was sure about his life. He would rather die than live without her.
She spent most of her time with her family, friends and fighting on her side, afraid that she would come face to face with him on one of those missions. She pretended to hate him with the same passion she did years earlier around her friends, escaping sometimes from their meetings to be with him, so that no one knew about them, at least while the war wasn’t over she wasn’t going to tell any of her secrets to them. She knew they would never accept him but she also knew she could live without her friends and family trust if she was with him. He would be her family on the end of this quarrel between both sides.
Everyone had already noticed how different she was, she couldn’t focus on regular and simple tasks, she wasn’t eager to absorb all the knowledge she could, as she used to be. Her eyes once bright and deep with happiness and ambition were now expressionless and dull and the rare times you would see some emotion cross them, were always concern and fear. She feared she could lose him, she knew she couldn’t stand such a thing.
She kept daydreaming about him, about how good it felt to stroke his platinum hair, how good it felt to get lost in his grey eyes showing the path to his soul and how right it felt to be so tenderly held by him. She realised she spent all her minutes waiting for that short times she would be resting her head in his shoulder even if it was only for a second.
Ladybird
