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

"First you take a drink, then the drink takes a drink, then the drink takes you." - F. Scott Fitzgerald 


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The street looked like an unfinished piece of art. Repetitive buildings, raging from a couple of square meters to hundreds. Some were illuminated, some weren't, some were under construction. Nonetheless, the buildings within the street shined colourfully – and the bar the taxi dropped me off at had the words Lee Grant's on them in a flash of olive-green. 


I turned my phone off and inhaled the fresh air for a moment. He was at a bar. Nothing too special. 


Dern - CH. 26, p.2