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Chapter 1

Okay so yeah I decided to write a GaLe/Gajevy fanfic. It was originally from a prompt from my friend and I kind of got into it... So yeah. Anyways I hope you like it. And if you don't sorry. I might continue it (I hate one shots after all) but maybe not idk. I'm still busy writing my other fanfic but... Idk. Anyways enjoy ^_^

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There's a reason why people say love is a drug. It's euphoric; the feeling of love, when one is submersed in it. It could practically be considered a drug itself. People don't want to stop once they've started, and they never seem to let go of their addiction.

But the true essence of love being a drug lies not in its addictive qualities, but the final crescendo before one falls.

They call it a drug because you keep doing it until finally...

It kills you.

And you're left with nothing but broken shards.

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She:

The girl was minding her own business, simply making her way down the bustling streets of Crocus, and trying in vain to find some sort of peace and quiet in the crowded city.

'It would be rather nice to find a bookstore...' She thought, her feet making quiet, padding noises as she continued down the avenue she was currently walking on. She sighed and shook her head, skirting around a vendor who had come rushing towards her.

They were all like this. The vendors. Moving around the streets in a buzz, all in a feeble attempt to rid themselves of their worthless merchandise.

She supposed everyone was like that, really. All of the foolish little people moving along in their lives with no real goal, with no real meaning. Everyone just went with it, continuing on in the endless cycle that was life.

But in the end it never really seemed to mean anything.

All of those people, living the same lives, in the same places, doing the same things. Live, die, repeat. Live, die, repeat.

It made her sad, thinking of it.

So she simply tried to avoid it and forget about how two dimensional everyone seemed to be.

She couldn't change things after all. She couldn't even be different. There was no way she could avoid the inevitable, so why weigh herself down with such burdening thoughts?

She shook her head and continued onward in her endless quest for solitude.

He:

The man was casually making his way down the streets of Crocus, not really thinking about much, and not really doing much of anything. Why should he? The games were over, and he finally had a day off to explore the city. Not that there was much to see, actually. Just the pitiful homeless, the broken glass from storefront long abandoned. It was tragic, and yet he found some sort of twisted beauty in it.

The way everything was so beautifully broken, as if had all been orchestrated for this very moment, this very minute in time, just for him to see.

Although there were plenty of others bustling down the worn cobblestone streets.

But he could ignore them for now.

That's what he normally did. Ignore other people.

He grunted and moved onward down the street, the thoughts of the few people at the guild he did pay attention to filling his mind.