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

"Fear cuts deeper than swords." - George R.R. Martin 


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"What do you mean by "Sofia has disappeared"?" I asked him boldly. 


"She wanted to look into the room next to the one we were in before, but I explained to her that I would first search through the other ones. She agreed, but when I came back to get her she was gone. I...I can't find her," he explained, and I noticed a slight sense of guilt in his voice. My fingertips brushed over his cheek and I noticed the heath underneath. His breath was a bit irregular, and his skin felt somewhat rough. He blamed himself. 


"How long has she been gone?" I tried to get his attention back to the essential part of our conversation, "over forty-five minutes," he mumbled and looked down. The guilt in his voice was now not just a slight undertone, it was dominating the words he was saying. 


Orphic - CH. 21, p.1