This argument grew from nowhere into an outrage. In my rage, I was blind to her, to the graceful parts of her heart. I assumed I was right when I had no reason to. The words she spoke with such intentioned purity triggered something inside of me that came from fear. The words that calmed her, scared me. The words that calmed me, scared her. We were opponents, suddenly blind to each other's good hearts and building walls instead of bridges.  
She stood up, and ran out. It all felt like a sudden daydream, her eyes looking back at me so glassy, so anxious, and I felt paralyzed. I put the drink on my mouth and finished it again. I heard the barkeeper coming back and ordered another one. I hated it when again, she had to think about if she still loved me.

Melea&Taylor. Two strangers on their way to a horrific crime learn to fall in love again.

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Metanoia - The Age of Innocence

"Nothing is ever certain." - Alice Sebold 


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Yellow Sunrays started to come through the window and through the dark curtain. The blinds should've hindered the rays to reach us, but they were too light and the blinds weren't closed enough. They were shining on my skin, my hair and my eyes, hindering me from drowning off into a pleasant dream. I awoke in soft sheets, the sunbeams tickling me in through the blinds. My eyes were still shut as I absorbed the warmth of the sunlight before l opened them fully and let my blue eyes watch the game of nature. The sun had rose behind the window and above the city, the sky dipped into more shades of yellow, orange and red I knew. It seemed unreal to me, but it was there. Taylor had been right; life wasa wonder of its own. 


Opia - CH. 15