Imagine a world where everything was perfect. No really, just imagine.
No pain or sorrow, no obstacles, no bad traits. If you wanted something, you got it. Nothing to lose. Now what if I said that we have that?
After the fifth world war, a celestial being came down, and said she could take it all away. Get rid of it. Of course, turned out that she couldn't actually get it destroyed. But she could take it away and put it into another dimension. The Barrel.
And we became the Trigger, free from worry. Pure. Except that it seems the two worlds are leaking. After all, why else is everyone requesting suicide? It's not like nothing can be all good. We can be all-good. We are all good. I know. It has to be the other side of the gun.
"Don't cry. It hurts me a lot when you cry."
'Were we really too young to decide whether we loved one another? Or is that something grown ups say to keep kids away from the ones the parents don't like?'
She knew the answer. If she didn't love him, then why was she dying inside? Why was she sobbing?
If he didn't love her, then why was he chained up, beaten up, unresisting of his fate, since he knew it would keep her safe. Reassuring her that it was worth it for her.
They loved each other. They weren't too 'young'.
"You put this upon yourself. Are you ready for your sentence?"
"I'll see you soon."
Which one was really the bad one?
He collapsed, breathing lightly, and she took his hand, sobbing.
They love eachother.
