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

"Memory is the only paradise no one can drive us out of." - Jean Paul 


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We were up some hill, looking straight ahead, and then up to the sky. The view was incredible; stars filled the sky as if there was hope up there. It was the promise of life that revealed itself in the darkness – it brought a sense of warmth that sprout from the absence of light. It carried a sensation of an eternal space, for just the two of us. As if no matter how many years passed by, this would belong to us. 


A couple fireflies flew around the trees and blooms that were around us, making it seem as if it was a late evening, and not an hour of darkness. My parents thought I laid in bed, sleeping, but I never returned home. Jack was never home anyways. 


I laid on Taylor's lap, watching the endless sky that reminded me of his ethereal, electric soul and wondered. 


How long would he still love me? Did...did he love me? 


Slices of Paradise - CH. 24