CaptainUdon00

Love exist in many form almost in all relationship. 
There are love as sweet as honey, as bitter as kale, as sour as pickled lemon, as salty as salt.
There are love as deadly as a black hole, with no future. 
There are love as passionate as fire unable to be extinguish.

People always have different meaning and understanding of love.
Some people say, “love is when you build up each other.”
Some people say, “love is when I press myself into your back at night and feel our future.”
Some people say, “love is comfort in uncomfortable places.”
Some people say, “love feels like coming home.”
Some people say, “love is when someone starts to take up space in your mind.”
Yet, none of them could really describe what love is. 

Love exist and yet it meaning remain unsolved.
While it is simple in word, however it is complex in action.
Love make a person happy, sad, and mad at the same time.
The obsession, the burning and mixed emotion that one felt when they are in love will always remain a mystery. 

How do you fall in love?
How do you fall out of love?

Aretha, the fruit of love between her mother and her father, blessed by the Angel of Death, grew up among the dark reality of the world. The love she has to go through filled with thorn, walking the long path away from happiness. Yet she earn for a love as warm as sun. The same love she used to feel with the family she love. 

“Ella, I know how badly I had hurt you, but I love you so much to let you go. I rather die than to be apart from you.”

“Then you should just die.”

“Aretha, anything you want, I will give it to you. I shall grant your wish however you pleased. If it the world that you want, I will bring the world to your feet.”

“I don’t need it.”

“Aretha, do you really have to leave? Can’t you stay, here, with me?”

“There are people I need to protect.”
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The Nameless Puppeteer

<p>Aretha laid on her bed. She had no energy and no desire to walk through the garden as usual. Even her books were left unattended on the small round table. She was confused with her own feelings. She did not understand the fluctuation in her emotions. "Why did I feel this way? This… was weird" she mumbled in low voice.</p>

<p>She rose and sat on the bedside. She sighed. "That was incredibly immature of me. I should have not done that. Why would I lose control of my own emotion? It seems that the rational in me was still inadequate for me not to lose control of my own emotion."</p>

Chapter 33