A/N: Created April 4th, 2016
I see the tears in your eyes.
They refuse to fall.
I see the fear you hide behind tightly sealed iron doors.
Yet you do not falter to do what you deem is right.
You are brave to continue without a flinch of doubt gracing your features.
I see the way you move; how your shoulders slump; the way your ears are listening to intruders; the way your muscles tense at the mere sound of the air brushing against your face; how you fear an intake of breath will give you away; the way you are ready to fight for your very existence as your hand tightens around your weapon.
And you are part of a larger game, a game of which I am a pawn and you are a queen.
If only you were not so pure that the very thought of touching you would disintegrate me.
I should hate you; the very air you inhale and exhale should cloud my mind and pollute my system.
Instead, you cloud my judgement; you are my addiction, an addiction too dangerous for me to have, yet it keeps me alive.
You are the enemy; I should not care for you.
Yet I am too selfish to let you go despite our predicament.
I see the fear in your eyes, your tears finally streaming.
And you continue to fight with death lurking around every corner.
I envy your courage; the jealousy of your determination is eating me alive.
For I am not brave.
I am just a pawn and you are my queen, albeit my white queen.
My key to redemption.