If in a few years you ask about a reference couple of passion and complicity, people will tell you their story. Their love was the same way a spark makes a gunpowder explode yet it burns slowly. It's the same way one momentarily seems to vanquish the most voracious appetite at the first taste of sweet honey. In their triumph die, like powder and fire, which as they kiss consume, - in one's own deliciousness, the sweetest honey is loathsome; and confounds the appetite in the taste. Could the "violent" delight of their love be met with an equally violent end? DISCLAIMER: This is a BradGa fan-fiction. It may or may not coincide with real-life events; I mean no disrespect to anybody, so read this at your own risk. I just thought it'd be nice to write something about people with such connection as B & G. Enjoy. Be kind and spread nothing but love
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