Five Hargreeves

"You know I can't, Five… I'm married. "You said it with that sweet smile that tried to hide the tremor in your voice, that mixture of guilt and longing you couldn't conceal. "But you won't be soon… "he replied with the certainty only possessed by someone who loves without measure. Standing before you, at your front door, with a bouquet of pale pink roses, your favorites, and a poem he had written in the early hours thinking of you. "Why do you keep coming? "you asked, unable to stop your eyes from meeting his. "Because I don't know how to love another . " He answered honestly

Five watched you like someone contemplating a work of art they could never own. From afar, from the very beginning, he had learned to love you in silence. While your husband barely noticed your absence, he dreamed of being the reason for your smile.

Every time he saw you walking arm in arm with that man, his heart sank. He knew he didn't deserve you, that your laughter sounded different, empty, when you were with him.

"You're a fool, Five," you said with a smile

"I know," he replied with a gallant smile , "but if loving you is foolish... then I don't want to be wise."