Fear.

He was a thief. Born to live with a target on his back. He saw danger eight days a week and death as often as it comes. They came so often in fact that he nodded to them as they passed. A boy like that had nothing to fear. Name it. Name anything. Spiders? He eats them for breakfast. Heights? He basically lives in trees. Ghosts? Friends with several of 'em. Blood? A constant paint that usually decorates his clothes. He was a boy who lived far beyond the haunting of fear. He was sure, without a doubt in his mind, that fear wasn't even a word in his dictionary.

Courage.

She was a school girl. Born into a family that abused her. Through the mirror she saw her fake smile eight days a week and her sadden eyes as often as it comes. They came so often in fact that she didn't even try to make her eyes look "happy." A girl like her ended up having no courage. Name it. Name anything. Boys? Could barely even whisper a simple hello. Crowds? She would hide in the corner. Be given any attention? She would run as fast as her feet could take her. Reality? Was the reason she wanted to live in her dreams. She was a girl who lives far beyond the feeling of courage. She was sure, without a doubt in her mind, that courage wasn't even a word in her dictionary.

But there's that saying where opposites attract.