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

"The shame was that they loved each other. But they were too young to know how to love." - Unknown 


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The bar is filled with hundreds of conversations told in loud voices, as if they were competing with the contemporary pop music played through the ensemble. Oh, the bar? Where else would he be. 


I coughed, once, twice, maybe even a third time, the scent of shisha's, drugs and alcohol occupied the air more than any perfume could ever. Numerous of tables were occupied by empty bottles or glasses, leaving only two tables free. I was able to see Taylor from the entrance; he had a table near the bar, with one other friend I did not know. His friend said something to Taylor and Taylor laughed, turned his head around and saw me. There was a deep sigh coming from his behalf. 


Cafunè - CH. 32