Lately everything has been balanced. No longer is there a dark, cold energy that drowns my brain in an ocean of haunted memories, regrets, and self-pity. Instead of being locked within the confinements that cut away any chance of freedom or help, I am let out of my cage, unbound by the demons that watched over me everyday. I don't need to be choked as every misfortune is shoved down my throat every hour of every day, of every week, of every month, of every year. I've been liberated. I'm a wounded bird that's been healed by a savior that can fix the most damaged with a single touch. An angelic being flew down from the sky ready to cleanse me of all the sin that's been gathered up. Impurities of my world have been ridden of, leaving nothing but a blank canvas ready for the first strokes of paint. A God has granted me the privilege of loving such an untarnished soul. A sinner, such as myself, has been allowed to love and be loved by an angel.
(Y/n) watched the young girl sleeping peacefully in front of them, the corner of their lips tugging up into a grin. They studied the girl. Everything was being imprinted into their minds, from the slight rising and falling of her chest as she slowly inhaled and exhaled to the way she slept with the blanket covering half of her body since the summer heat was getting too intense for her. Despite the limited space in the cramped apartment the two have been able to live just fine. While the girl was off getting the education she deserves, (Y/n) would be working to provide for the funds of living. On the weekends the two would go off on their own adventure, forgetting about the work or stress from reality. Every night, no matter what day or circumstance (Y/n) would watch her fall asleep while she was reading her favorite book aloud. Even if (Y/n) witnessed this scene all the time, they always feel the need to soak in every detail, acting as if it will all vanish in an instant. "(Y/n)-san, is something wrong?" (Y/n) snapped their attention to the half-asleep girl in front of them. Smiling at the droopiness of her eyes and the way she struggled to sit up, they answered, "Everything is fine, Hinami. I just was having a hard time going to bed." Frowning at the response she got, Hinami grabbed ahold of (Y/n)'s arm, bringing them down onto the futon. "I could tell you haven't been getting enough sleep. Bags are starting to form under your eyes." (Y/n) let out an airy chuckle, climbing under the warm sheets that Hinami wasn't using. "We both have to be rested for tomorrow. I don't want to be late for the book signing," said girl mumbled, placing her head against the pillow, staring at (Y/n). Reassuring her, they said, "Don't worry. You're not going to miss it if I could help it. It seems you picked up a love for books like Kaneki." Hinami giggled weakly, eyes already closing to finish her must waited rest. After a few moments of silence the steady breathing that (Y/n) was use to hearing came back. Wrapping an arm around the girl in a protective manner, (Y/n) closed their eyes, trying to lull themselves into their own dream world.
Two sides of the same coin embracing each other despite their differences isn't really something one would see everyday. Never have I thought that I, the lover of suffering, would be able to hold the child of innocence. The horrific night and the enchanting day are intertwining with each other. The blackness of evil is slowly staining the clearness of righteousness, yet neither bothers to stop it. The beauty of ethicality destroys the ugly of wickedness, as the two mix, creating a messy orchestra of morals, sentiments, and soul. The dance between life and death has begun, oddly harmonized since the nature of the two are completely different. With each new thing life creates, death is there to take something old. With each old thing death takes, life creates something new. There's an endless dance going on, but that's the balance of life. Just like how every wrong I make, Hinami is there to make me good.
