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

"Feelings do not always determine truth, but they can sometimes tell you what is true." - J.R. Rim 


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The halls were crowded with people. The chaos was somewhat perfect like in a movie – couples making out at the lockers, the typical clique girls standing near the entrance, the jocks on the right side of this hallway. Tech kids wandered all around the hallway, the music and theater geeks in-between them. The art guys with their paintings they had just picked up from the art room down the hall strolling in a way through the messy crowd. And then there was me, who did not fit in any of these groups entirely. 


I was on my way to my locker, packed with books as Derek ran to me and showed me a note. The way he gazed at me let me wonder what the note was saying. 


Zugzwang - CH. 20, p.1