paniqwithpilots
Love: a beautiful thing, as terrifying as it is, when found in it's purest form. A form that cannot simply be denied, brushed under the carpet like old dust, hidden behind the blackout curtains of a large window pain that opens into one's soul. But just how far is someone willing to go to preserve their love? Are they willing to give up something valuable? Leave their past lives behind?
Are they willing to die for it?