“You always want something more when you can’t have it.” That’s what my mother said to me when I told her I loved Kira Thorn. But she didn’t understand. She didn’t know him like I knew him. She didn’t know his smile, his laugh. She didn’t know the sweet scent of the flowers that grew under his feet when he was happy. She never heard him sing. No one had ever heard him sing but me. If the Eye of Creation had a voice it’d be his.

She didn’t know how beautiful he looked under the moon and stars, staring up at the Eye, lost in thought. She didn’t know how gentle his kiss was on the palm of my hand when I fell and cut my hand on my own roses’ thorns.

She didn’t know how wonderful it felt to be his comfort and his strength when he cried forbidden tears for his mother. How happy it made me when he trusted me to see him at his lowest, his most vulnerable. How fast my heart beat, how close it was to bursting when I held him close to me as he wept.

Kira once brought me back a book from the human society. The Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet. And oh do I feel like Juliet! Forbidden to love the only one I could ever love. Tragic and star-crossed. But I have known my Romeo all my life and loved him near as long. Ever since he grew me a lily and put it in my hair saying its pure white suited me better than rose red.

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Oh I would feel like Juliet if only my Romeo loved me back. He trusts me, enjoys my company but I am his friend and will never be anything more. I am content with just his company though. As long as I can be with him, see his smile, hear him sing, smell the sweet scent of the flowers that grow at his feet.

My mother doesn’t know he came to see me the night he banished himself from our fair Verona. She doesn’t know how tender the kiss he placed on my forehead was, how soft his whisper of goodbye was. How much the feel of his lips on my forehead, the sound of his apologetic goodbye, and the bittersweet scent of the flowers he left in his wake linger in my heart.

She knows him as a Thorn. Meant to protect those that try to touch his Rose. She knows him only as his duty to protect me. She does not know Kira.

I would have been content with things the way they were. But Romeo has left fair Verona so I will take the sleeping potion, to awake only upon his return.

He will never return. I will never wake.