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

"Inside the person you know is a person you do not know." - Unknown 


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Derek calmly asked but I stared at the name. The term „murderer" was nowadays reserved for psychopaths. When hearing the word "murderer", people immediately thought of insane killing machines like the Joker. But there were several types of murderers; at least for me. There were those who killed another for survival. There were those who'd kill one to raise their quality of life, the ones who made it a whole new hobby. There were the ones that people usually considered murders nowadays: the ones who killed life while not losing a blink of sleep over it. But then there were the ones that took life and crunched under the weight of guilt, even if it was their only choice. 


"Melea?", Derek's voice was even more gentle than before, but I didn't respond. 


Whelve - CH. 17, p.2