Complicated

The little girl with a complicated life was bound to live and find a love just as complicated.

She fell in love with the boy at first sight.

Not a kind of fairy tale romance that she knew didn't exist to begin with, nor was it the ordinary school crush she'd seen happen to old friends she'd bid farewell to several years before.

It happened like it could only happen to her.

The boy with piercing crystal eyes stuck a dagger somewhere in the depths of her soul, in a space so deep, it isn't natural to human beings. It isn't measurable. It isn't reachable.

It wasn't a story book romance. It was the kind of love born through the suffrage of bloody wars, homage to the saddest battles ever spoken of.

For he was meant for her, a failure or a success, a sunrise in each other's arms as she was meant for him, battered and bruised. The smile that was long erased from her features, he was used to bringing it back every night in his dreams.

They were born one for the other,

neither would love another again.

But their hopes were doomed in eternity.

The little girl with the complicated life was bound to admire the equally complicated boy as he forged a fate from himself, oceans apart.