She thought her life would simply drift by in a muddle, until she met him.
The sun was blazing over the training grounds that day. She aimed her arrow at him.
Perhaps someone might ask: If they had the chance to stay together forever, why meet on the battlefield?
Only she knew that some things were destined from the start.
Everyone has their own convictions. His was the Way. Hers was him.
PS: This is a tragic ending, and the love is mutual. I've been writing sweet stories for a while, so I'm changing things up for a bit. Come take a look~
Theme: Hear the Way in the morning, and you may die content in the evening.
