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

"Some secrets are meant to be known - but once known you can never forget them." - Pseudonymous Bosch 


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Dark Shadows intrigued the calmness of the place. They hungered for dissonance, but the few lights that enlightened the place were enough to make me feel safe. And with him on my side, I was never really scared anyways. Taylor and I were on our way back to the parking space. We had been in a small shop near Caren's house to get some things for a dinner at Derek's. We arrived at the car and I slammed the car door shut. Taylor twisted his key in the car lock. The engine howled.As he started to drive towards the exit, his phone rang. He picked it up and clamped it between his shoulder and ear. 


"Derek? Yeah. Yeah Derek, I know we're running late," a frown grew on my face and I earned an eye roll back in response, "we'll be there soon, please just...start setting up." 


Nostalgia - CH. 27