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

"Lies can move Wars. The truth in return can stop an entire army." - Otto von Bismarck 


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I always hated lies. I never understood why people couldn't just tell the truth. Lies created fear and broken trust. The half lies were the ones I was most afraid of: they lead you away from trust, right into the cyclone of lies. They called them white lies, but I called them betrayal. To protect my heart, some of my loved ones were familiar with white lies. But no, not me. I was honest to a fault. 


I stared straight ahead at the massive, mysterious house we had been in yesterday. The one our saneness had been played with. The one, in which one of my friends had been taken away to a place she could still not remember. 


Lies & Car crashes - CH. 22