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

"At most you feel hit by the truth that you wanted to hide from yourself." - Mark Twain 


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After the door was swung open, we were inside of a wide hall, that was only enlightened by a somewhat cerise light that sparkled over the heads of hundreds of guests. The paintwork on the walls were thin and tiny almost, but shined brightly in pretty colors. Music had filled our ears, but I could not identify where it was coming from. The house was constructed far more ordinary than any of the houses I knew. The windows were the large ones that were so fashionable now, the one's Taylor's father's house had as well. It had a different charm than the modern houses Taylors and my parents owned, but somewhat differed from the old-world charm of Sofia's house as well – it was unique, owning a kind of secretive sense by itself that I had never found in any other. 


Zugzwang - CH. 20, p.2