Theory Of Love

Passion

(b) The passion component.

"Love in its complete form has two parts: passion and friendship. Passion is defined as a strong liking or devotion to someone due to the present of a deep connection. The passion component of love comprises those motivations that lead to the existence of passion in a person, a determination to act or do certain things for someone."

It was an unexpected day.

Light brown eyes gleamed with a pinch of interest and were focused on the fire in front of her. Amicia's eyes watched and admired the fire as they glowed a beautiful red hue and danced elegantly in the midst of the coldness that she could feel creeping up through every inch of her body.

The fire licked through the woods in the fireplace, leaving black ashes as it burned and burned until it was gone. Her brown eyes reflected the flickering red fire, she was captivated by it.

She could be seen hugging her knees, keeping herself warm from the chilly winter breeze. A sigh left her lips as she buried her head deeper into her arms. A blanket was thrown over her, covering her with warmth. Her skin was filled with goosebumps, even when heat was radiating from every single angle.

She just recovered from an unfortunately bad sickness. It wasn't a deadly disease per se but it was terrible, she could only lay in bed for a few days while Lucas took care of her. And would it add salt to the wound if she said that her right leg was fractured due to falling from a tree?

Lucas's face was priceless when he saw her come back from the terrible winter weather with snow and dirt covering every inch of her body, a fully stuffed bag full of herbs held up on her left hand, and a winner's smile present on her face.

She made an attempt to try to stand up correctly as she was slumped to the door, her leg failed to support her so she latched onto the unblinkingly shocked Lucas in front of her for steadiness. But, the smile on her face never wavered, clearly proud of the accomplishment she made. Lucas's face was entirely the opposite of hers. She would burst out laughing loudly if she wasn't in pain.

On the other side of the room, Lucas was engrossed in the book in front of him, the little candle near him lightened up just enough for him to see clearly what he was doing. A quill was on his right hand, writing in his journal. The quill's ink glided through the paper lightly as he wrote all of the research he had done in the past few days.

The natural environment near their cabin provided him with much knowledge regarding, well... everything; for example he learned about the cycles of life some critters went through, some varyingly different from the others from his observations.

He noted that every animal was different, having their own characteristics and natural habitat. While he was sure that all of the things he wrote were already explained and detailed multiple times by professionals but by learning and witnessing through his own eyes how these animals behave, he could understand more and create his own hypothesis and conclusion.

Then he would compare his findings with the professional ones, to see if he missed anything important or to correct his reasoning in his hypothesis that might be not quite right. It was a good exercise for his brain, training his critical thinking and a little problem solving skills. After all, he wanted to be an alchemist so it's natural for him to hone his skills to the maximal capacity as much as he could manage. But that wasn't the only reason for all of his efforts.

He had watched many people die from the macula. The... plague. He watched as they were left to die, how it was just brushed over as an "inconvenience", how people pretend that it never happened. It brought out the worst in everyone and the world. It made him sick. He watched as someone close to him suffered in pain. Hugo.