I was a prisoner, and he my guard.

I held his heart, and he my soul.

My sanity was his, and I had nothing.

My love was his, and he owned my life.

War rebel, Dark supporter.

Total opposites, loving couple.

Once upon a time, there was a war.

I was lost, trauma victim.

He cared for me, or at least my shell.

That was our love: a shell of what once was.

For the Pairing War Competition, Round Two. (Druna)