The man from the other side
So I wrote this kind of quickly. I’m not sure if it’s good or if you guys will like it. I haven’t written anything in a long time. Perhaps if you guys like it I can write the how they met story and what happens next? Let me know how you feel about it. ^^ -Harlibug
You stood on the side you defended, knowing you were right without a doubt, that nothing could change your mind. That you would fight till the end. You were ready, you had been involved in many riots such as this. You had trained in many different fight styles, many different weapons. You knew what you were doing and how to defend yourself. You knew how to win. Yet as everything broke out, your heart still sank, despite knowing that you were right, despite the adrenaline running through your veins.
And suddenly there he was, his face shining bright in your head as it had that one night the two of you spent together. That one wonderful, beautiful, splendid night when you fell in love for the first time, with a man you had only just met and would probably never see again. You remembered that cute way he looked at you the first time he met you, the same way you’d imagine someone may look at an angel if it appeared before them. You remembered how special he made you feel. You remembered wanting to spend the rest of your life with him. Suddenly all that mattered was the adrenaline. All that mattered was winning. His face gave you fuel. It gave you fire to fight hard. Himchan was how he introduced himself; the love of your life was how you would then on remember him. You fought you way through the crowd, turning to meet face to face with an opposer.
Your heart sank. The surprise on your face mirrored on his gorgeous perfect jaw line and in his beautiful eyes. The both of you frozen in time and space, starring at each other in surprise as the riot raged on around you. Flashbacks swam through your head of the way he looked at you as he made love to you. The way he held you so tight and close in his arms. ‘I…I…’ You started to stammer, almost forgetting that he was wearing the other side’s colors. Suddenly you were pushed forward against him, so hard that the breath was knocked out of you. He steadied you and you could see the rage in his eyes as he looked back at the guy who pushed you. The man was tall and muscular, wearing his colors.
You knew that both of you could be punished severely within your own groups for this. Dating outside of your own group was forbidden, much less dating someone of the opposing group. They wouldn’t accept the excuse that the two of you met and fell in love without previously knowing. Neither of you had any idea, as you thought a like, acted the same. Wasn’t it supposed to be obvious that you came from different groups? The punishment could be unbearable for both of you.
As you asked yourself this you realized that you were no longer on your feet, but being carried through the crowd, people being pushed aside. You looked up at him, heart pounding, and your eyes met. You knew in that moment that he had every intention of taking you away. Running away. You were both scared and exhilarated. You watched his face as he ran, listened to the combination of the smoke and gas bombs going off, and weapons hitting flesh, and his heart beat. You breath caught in your throat, having forgotten just how perfectly gorgeous he was. ‘Where are we going?’ You asked softly, blinking slowly.
‘Shh…’ He said, setting you down and taking your hand and a quick breath. ‘Just run.’