He was built like a machine - a man made to kill. "A heartless beast without a soul." Were the words he used to describe himself. He'd say the words she'd always want to hear, but did he mean them? Love was a waste of his life. It was nothing more than a man-made dream. He bought her roses just to watch them die. Why did he hang around if love was nothing more than a waste of his breath? Why would he use words.. meaningless words just to make her cling tighter? People saw his charade and believed the whole fucking lot. But what was ignored? Something deep inside him was found by someone who had her own secrets. The beast.. the synical beast was mearly a frightened boy wrapped in a Soldier's costume. The questions were answered. Day by day, he would play games, tell fake words - not for his own spiteful pleasure, but simply to make her smile...
(Just written about some guy I recently met.. He's a mysterious character..)