His Triangle.

Her love for him was unbreakable, intangible, incredible, and so impossibly one sided, or...

His love though, his love for him was passionate and fierce, soft but rough around the edges, and it was beautiful and so impossibly one sided, or...

And he, his bright blue eyes and sharp senses saw it all. The lustful looks, heartbroken smiles, and sweat clenched fists.

The way green eyes darkened in jealousy when black eyes turn hopeful not for her, no never for her, but for him.

When pale skin darkened in a faint, noticeable blush, brought on by sweet idiotic words.

How pink painted nails dug hard into soft palms when bashed against his hard head.

Blood drops down from the healing wound as he grins cheekily; eyes squinted though watching each reaction.

His shining white teeth are clenched in rage, while her green eyes are sad, filled with regret and misery.

He stands walking up to her shaking form, her pink hair fell in front of her face, hiding the fat, cascading tears.

Arms wrap around her shoulders drawing her body close. The shaking increases and out of the corner of blue eyes does he see his rage, hot and burning, black eyes have transformed into startling red.

A tan arm lifts inviting and soothing all at the same time, and he beckons the pale brunette to him.

Not only do pale arms wrap around him but their pink shuddering teammate.

Silence, sniffling, smiles and then laughter.

He is not open on either side anymore, he thinks as he lies on the ground watching clouds, a black head of hair laying on his right and a pink head of hair right between.

His triangles complete.

"Were more like a circle though, huh?"

Black and green eyes glance over at him curiously.

He doesn't reply, just turns and gazes into the two pairs of eyes he loves so much.