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

"Scars on the body are signs that you lived, scars on the heart are signs that you loved." - Unknown 


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Yesterday at the same time, the sky had been painted in kinds of reds, oranges and pinks that were uncountable. But today, Night had fallen fast upon the town, letting all the colours fade away to leave a sky with countless stars to look upon. The darkness was dense and allowed the human eye to see at most an arm's reach in front of themselves. 


"I don't want to go home," I murmured when I walked next to Derek, Taylor and Veronica on our ways to their cars. That the cars parked down the road under some massive trees made my sight worse. 


"You want to come to my Dad's with me?", Taylor asked and I gave him a warm smile. 


"Text me when you're home," I mumbled when I hugged Veronica and felt her nod against me. 


"You're driving with Derek?", I asked and she nodded again. 


Perfidious - CH. 18