Sir and Lady Oneshots

Argument's Power - Jidge.

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Side Note: I always feel terrible for James. I always have him as a single child in his family or he'd have an older brother with one large age gap between them. I always feel like James would have that type of family. But I also feel really bad because I'm always killing his parents off and/or his older brother. I feel like James parents would be strict on him and hold high hopes for him. Sorry James, I finally gave you decent parents but they kinda still die. 

(I uploaded this on my other account and it seemed well liked enough and I wanted to share it for another ship. I've changed it around a little more to fit this world a bit more)

His father had told him that an argument in an relationship would either help the bond grow stronger or break it.

There wasn't an in-between.

You either walked away together stronger and with better understanding over the other or the bond broke, cracked and kept cracking until it smashed completely.

Sometimes a broken bond could be repaired, fixed but it'd always hold a crack that would never vanish.

His father told him that every relationship was different, one way or another.

He believed his father because his father had loved his mother  until the end and his mother would carry on loving him even after death. Their love wasn't pure but it was strong and true.

He didn't ask for a love as powerful as them, he simply wished to be happy and settled with the partner he finds.

It wasn't much to ask for compared to the desperate love that so many beg and plead for you in their lives.

And he found our his own happiness with her.

He had learnt to settle with her and was more content than he'd ever expected to be.

In truth, he fell in love with her as hard as his father did for his mother.

They weren't like other relationships around them, both of them worked differently and wasn't as expressive. But they cared and cherished each other and privately told each other their feelings.

No public displays was needed because anyone can repeat a word over and over again, turn the honest truth into a lie. A secret confession each night and every morning made it feel more honest, more alive and fuel their bond more.

They never argued.

They disagreed but it never turned into an argument what involved their romantic bond.

Their hearts were pumping and the string connecting them were swaying with each word spoken and given.

His mother told him that no matter how harsh or little an argument is, once the anger and pain washes away it'd only leave the feeling of .. missing.