Before they broke

𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖚𝖊

She had thought about it a lot when she was younger. The appearance of the night that would displace the light. The darkness that would capture her. The darkness that would protect her. But she could never have foreseen that it could grab her like that. She didn't know she had to accept the darkness in order to understand the light.

She was everything he wasn't. A beauty like no other, given to her by the gods themselves. Like the sea, shimmering in the moonlight. She is like the flowers blooming outside of your window, blessing you with their beauty every night.

He was nothing like that. He was the rock, forcing the waves to break. He was the leave, the unloved part of the flower that no one paid attention to.

She was the rose, he the leaf. Anyone can see the beauty in a rose, but it takes a lot of effort to see the same in a leaf. To love the beautiful is ordinary. To love the ordinary is beautiful.

There was so much in the world for which she was grateful to him. So much in the world that she wanted to say to him. The chance to do so was never there.

She needed him before she even knew it. He was there for her, even when she walked away from him. They were like two magnets. Again and again they were drawn together, no matter the force trying to pull them apart.

He didn't know about the pain that broke her as he fell asleep. She was ignorant of the memories that haunted him.

Society forced them to rebuild themselves piece by piece. There was not enough time. They were missing a part of themselves.

The battle was fought. They had lost again. Both lost more than they liked to admit. Standing on the cliff edge, surrounded by a veil of mist. One step forward meant peace. A step back meant a new battle.