The Moon and the befouled mirror

she believed in God. he believed in science. she believed in virtues. he believed in sentiment, but for some reason they believed in each other. they wanted each other, and for a moment they were willing to let go of their beliefs, so that they could be in their safe bubble. because the outside just brought pain upon pain. and they wanted joy from all the grief they had felt all their lives. the expectations from their families. the judgmental glances from there classmates. they wanted to be and feel free. alive.
they were being slowly eaten away by their own egos. but finally found comfort in each other. for a moment maybe? or could it last a lifetime?
they cared too much. they played games as much. passive aggressive, but also affectionate. what would happen if they chose to choose each other rather than their beliefs? could they let go of everything they had been taught? or would they have to accept that eventually their paths would go in opposite directions?