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

"Silence only tells the truth." - Unknown 


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The notice board was pinned there, on the polished walls, its letters so vibrant and the colors turning softer by each day that passed by. Upon it were so many notices, opportunities, so much information that it could be overwhelming if you did not know what you were searching for. It was easy to get lost in. The notice I was looking for was written on a piece of paper pinned in the corner of the board, the black ink was a bit smudged, it had been written in hurry. As I was still reading the notice, I saw Sofia's fair lad from the corner of my eye approaching me. 


""Are you coming on Saturday?" she asked me and her big eyes longed for an answer, "What is Saturday?" 


She frowned, "I'll celebrate my birthday." 


Veronica came up behind some hockey guy and joined the conversation, "wasn't your birthday like what, a month ago?" 


Drapetomania - CH. 31