His entire life he thought that the world he was living in was entirely normal, that it was just another basic and uneventful life, each day only breathing and not truly living. Each day just a broken record of the last, and then he met Her. Her dark brown hair that just barely reached her lower back. Her entrancing hazel eyes that looked like the deepest of forests. Her soft olive skin with a sprinkle of freckles here and there. Every part of Her pulling him in. But what he didn't notice was the scars, the bruises, the marks. He didn't notice the bags under Her eyes. He didn't notice how she carried herself most days, all the while illuminating the space around her with her shimmering smile. He didn't know about Her daily adventures and battles, Her favourite activities. But he would soon.