A Pair of Dice: His & Hers

A Pair of Dice: His & Hers

Hers.

He calls them cursed and all she can do is flinch. She can rebuke him,  
scream at him and when it comes to it, she can even slap him. But no.  
She simply stands, eyes cast down and nods slightly and replies to him  
softly. She doesn't understand why he thinks they are the cause of her  
death. Yes, they shared a few intimate words and one forbidden kiss,  
but surely one does not die of a broken heart? She finally finds the  
strength to speak louder and asks the other to lead her away. She  
allows herself one more minute of weakness before her brave face shows  
up again. She mutters her mantra of "I'm not down for long." again and  
again under her breath. But no matter what has been said, she still  
will and still loves that charming blue-eyed blond.

His.

His body stays glued to the grave but his eyes are secretly stuck on  

her. There are still unsaid words on his tongue and unshed tears on  

corners of his eyes. He will weep later, for his dead fianceé and for  

the bridge his darling girl rebuilt and he burnt once more.  Now she's  

clinging to the arm of a man who threathens her with ruin at every  

turn. He can't fathom why the odds have always been against them from  

the start. But he thinks they don't deserve happiness. They don't  

deserve each other, not at all. But even with that in mind, he still  

will and still loves that headstrong auburn-eyed brunette.