Gram and Black had a hate-love relationship but it was theirs and no one else's.
It was their relationship.
No one could ever split these 2 apart, because they started as best friends first and ended in a love that they hated but loved all at the same time.
Their love was something that blossomed because of jealousy, but it was their love to begin with.
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Their friends and family may not have understood it, but they didn't need anyone else to validate their feelings. They were in their little world, with their own rules and dynamics.
Their fights were passionate and intense, but so were their make-up. They couldn't stay away from each other for too long, no matter how much they tried.
Their love was complex and messy, but it was uniquely theirs. And in the end, that was all that mattered to them.
"Gram, I can't stand you sometimes, but I can't imagine my life without you," Black would often confess during their heated arguments.
"Same here, Black. You drive me crazy, but I don't want anyone else," Gram would reply, his tone filled with both frustration and fondness.
Their relationship may have been tumultuous, but it was built on a foundation of unwavering, albeit unconventional, love.
Their friends would watch in amusement and confusion as they bickered and made up, not understanding the depth of their connection. But Gram and Black didn't need anyone else's understanding or approval.
"Can't you let me win for once, Gram?" Black would tease, a glint in his eye.
"Never, Black. Where's the fun in that?" Gram would respond with a smirk.
Their love was a rollercoaster, but it was their rollercoaster. They wouldn't have it any other way.
Their love-hate dynamic continued to baffle outsiders, but for Gram and Black, it was the fuel that kept their fire burning.
"Gram, why do you always have to push my buttons?" Black would grumble, though there was a hint of affection in his tone.
"Because it's so easy, Black. But you love it," Gram would chuckle, knowing exactly how to get under Black's skin.
Their relationship was a constant game of pushing each other's boundaries and testing each other's patience, but it was a game they never tired of playing. For Gram and Black, their love wasn't conventional, but it was theirs, and that's all that mattered.
Their love was a puzzle that only they could solve, and they relished in the challenge.
Their friends often tried to intervene, offering advice and attempting to mediate their disputes, but Gram and Black always found their way back to each other. Their bond was unbreakable, even in their most turbulent times.
"Can't believe we've put up with each other for this long," Black would muse, a playful glint in his eyes.
"Wouldn't have it any other way, Black," Gram would reply with a grin, the depth of their connection not lost on either of them.
Their love was a beautiful chaos, a dance of passion and frustration, but it was uniquely theirs. And as long as they had each other, that was all that mattered.
[No.74. Hope it's alright, sorry that it's short. Bye now.]
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