Dust In The Light

Words That Cut And Burn

Here is the ugly truth, to those out there, firm believers in innocence and naivety. Not everybody loves you. Even the people you love most.

Innocence is a paper-thin armour. Go at it enough times, and it breaks.

Pain, on the other hand, is significantly stronger. It's like comparing a Savile Row suit to an off-the-rack two piece.
Which one is stronger? The one from Savile Row. Pain hardens and strengthens a person. It weeds out the weak and worthless, and leaves the would-be kings standing. Experience a certain amount of pain, and you become immune.

Therefore, we can most definitely conclude that pain is the stronger of the two.

That's what I tell myself as the blade breaks skin again.

I can't bear the other kind of pain, but this, I can.

I suppose that still makes me strong, in that context.
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"Why?" It's a question that hangs heavy in the air, the proverbial elephant in the room.

"You're my patient, Eve."

"How does that apply? I needed help. You gave it to me. We got to know each other. We fell in love. Would that not be fine?" There's a part of me that tells myself that I am being needlessly unrealistic and melodramatic. I ignore it.

"You know it's not ever going to be as simple as that."

"Well, it can. It's just that, when you look at me, you can't see me, can you? You just can't see me."

Christopher falters, words caught in his mouth.

It's enough of an answer.

Christopher knows it as well.

"You're my patient. Then you were my friend. But, problem is, I'll always see you as that. There's no denying it. You might have changed, but to me, you're still her. "
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Innocence is the weakest armour.

Pain is the strongest.

Words, when used in a precise way, are the strongest weapons of all.