[ WP ] A love story about a girl/boy who does n't want to be in love .

They'd told me it was normal. Even back in the old days, thousands of us had been just like me- boys feeling that feeling for the first time. 
 
 `` It just happens as you grow older,'' they'd said. I did n't believe them at first, but I did what I had to. 
 
 I fought for my country, my people, my homeland. My mother, father, sister- they would not be happy if I did n't do my part to keep the Horde out. Father even gave me his big sword- my sword, really, since he'd never gotten a chance to use it as our village's Engineer. 
 
 And so I marched. Not just because I had to, but because I loved Weria. How could I not? It was my country! I'd grown up eating the fruits of its fertile soil- and honestly, could any other peoples claim for their cuisine anything as delectable as our *vetaris* and *ermit*? And there was no way that anyone in all of Kerit could challenge our people- I'd read it in a book that we had been proven by priests of knowledge to come from superior stock. Why would I *not* fight for such a beautiful land? With its beautiful culture, its beautiful poetry... and it's beautiful girls. 
 
 These thoughts grew stronger in me every day of the war until the day we got to Selia's town. 
 
 Not thinking, I ran to her cottage, a small structure near the center of the town ( I'd heard her family was well-off as the spices they sold were in high demand ). 
 
 Even in death, she was beautiful. Her hazy pink eyes glimmered like they had two months ago. Her skin was as smooth and golden as I remembered it. Even after the unthinkable things our advance corps had done to her, the way she looked, that smile even on her dying face, brought back the feeling that'd never quite left. 
 
 And for a moment, I stood there and remembered- perhaps failing to uphold my duties as a member of the Wyrian Lord's forces. I remembered the days when we had been together, just a boy and a girl. I remembered the day when we were told to grow apart because a Werian boy could have nothing to do with a filthy Horde girl. I remembered the day I cried, not knowing whether the sorrow I felt was for her or for myself. 
 
 I wish I could become a proper Werian soldier and grow out of this. I wish I could give up on my love for Selia, because they'd told me it was n't normal.
