Humph. this used to be a songfic, but due to fanfiction's threats of closing accounts over songfics, it had to be.. changed. i dont think the story has the same effect that i wanted it to have now that i took the lyrics out, but eh. if you're interested, the song is The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot by Brand New. you can go look up the lyrics or, better yet, download the song. it's a GREAT song to listen to when you're depressed. but anyways, enjoy.
Crysthur
When they were kids at the young age of twelve, he had taken her proclamations of love and cast them aside as silly, pre-pubescent infatuation. For what could a twelve-year old girl possibly know about love? She was probably just like all those other girls, those girls who fawned over him for his good looks and his brooding demeanor. He was sure that once she found out what he was really like, how he too battered, too broken to ever have a real relationship, she would realize her mistake and quickly back away and find someone else to chase after.
And as they grew older and spent more time together, she did indeed discover how incomplete he was. And to his utter surprise, it never stopped her from loving him. In fact she seemed to love even more so for his imperfections and flaws. And yes, he had to admit that her feelings for him were indeed love. Maybe at 15, he was still able to label her affections as a lingering childhood crush, but at 19, it was impossible that her continuing devotion was due to anything other than love.
Knowing that her feelings for him were true, he began to view her in a completely different light. He found himself falling into that peculiar new feeling he experienced every time she was near him. Before he knew it, there came a day when he could say in all honesty that he was in love her, for how could he not fall for the girl who was willing to offer everything she had and more for him?
Even after he realized his own feelings, he knew that it could never be. A relationship between the two would never work, not when every promise he'd make would be an empty lie. He'd make his promises knowing full well that at any moment, he would get up and leave, leave her to go fulfill his role as an avenger. She would never come first.
So he pushed her away, rejected her in the harshest ways possible, and in doing so, denied himself the only chance at happiness he would probably ever have.
Eventually the day came when she finally got over him and moved on, right into the arms of their teammate who had been waiting there all along. And as much as he had prepared for it and steeled himself to the fact that it was inevitable, he still felt his heart break, break, break the first he saw them together.