[Belief takes strength and warmth and courage, and Gracia is scraped out and hollow. But underneath it all, in the throbbing, aching pain there is love. And it hurts, but it's beautiful and sweet, and it rises because... if not for herself, then for him, then for her...
And when it all comes down to a choice, between love and distance, life and apathy, and all paths lead to regret...
Love is sloppy and messy and aching and strong, and sometimes... sometimes it buoys you upu so that you can reach out and find hope and life through the cracked places of the walls you erect to protect yourself in the simplest thing, in the most natural act...
In a kiss. Gracia lifts her head and finds his lips blindly, tentatively at first, and then puts all of her desperation, hurt, love, and rage into that one kiss.]
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And when it all comes down to a choice, between love and distance, life and apathy, and all paths lead to regret...
Love is sloppy and messy and aching and strong, and sometimes... sometimes it buoys you upu so that you can reach out and find hope and life through the cracked places of the walls you erect to protect yourself in the simplest thing, in the most natural act...
In a kiss. Gracia lifts her head and finds his lips blindly, tentatively at first, and then puts all of her desperation, hurt, love, and rage into that one kiss.]