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.

______________________________________
[]
      & ,,, ,& .

Metanoia - The Age of Innocence

"He'd kept this silence because his own secrets were darker, more hidden, and because he believed that his secrets had created hers." - Kim Edwards 


_______________________________________________________ 


I put down my pen, stopped scrabbling on my notebook and took a deep breath in. Yes, it was. Through the open door of my room, a fragrance greeted me. A scent had filled the house. 


I listened to the sounds of the house to see what it was telling me about the scent. Footsteps. Big, wide ones. 


I heard a few squeaky noises until they ceased. A big smile appeared on my face. Yes, my guess had been right. Dad. 


Dern - CH. 26, p.1