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

"But you know the tragedy is the bird itself chose silence long before it stopped singing." - Unknown 


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At first, there was quiet piano music playing. Children seemed to form a choir such as the one's in church, harmonizing with the sound of the piano...they fused like bread and honey, sounding like the strains of a waltz. I heard a voice, a voice I was so familiar with...I ran after the voice. My heart blossomed. It told me I'll be safe. 


It changed. I felt a sense of falling, as if a part of me fell, while the other remained running after the voice I had missed in my dreams. Perhaps I went the wrong way, perhaps it was safer for me to go that way, but I kept on running. 


Whelve - CH. 17, p.1