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

"He looked as if he had been beaten to death with a wine bottle, but by doing it with the contents of the bottle." - Richard Brautigan 


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"Clara. Clara. Clara...," I whispered, while putting the bottle upon my lips once more. 


To trust where trust has been shattered, may was undoable. 


It was a new path I never tried before and I didn't know the way. Things may turn out differently than before, may not. 


It burned, it ignited my throat, I would've choked if I wasn't so used to it, if it wasn't so familiar, if it wasn't so comforting, if it wasn't a feeling I adored. Numb me. Numb me. 


What was in this wine that made me wander off... 


And then I looked into some eyes. A stranger's eyes. I only saw hers. 


The sad, blue pools that pulled me in and let me fall in while finding myself falling for h... 


Funny how a stranger's eyes can reflect your thoughts. 


I drank until she wasn't real - CH. 30