Bitter

He was so thankful for her. Thankful for everything she did for him, thankful for showing him what true beauty was like. She was imperfect but perfect all the same. James loved her for that, a love spread through him that he thought would never go away. He loved her beyond reason, beyond almost any philosophy in all of known history. And even if she hurt herself and even if she betrayed him, they were afraid of themselves, they blossomed gracefully before each other's eyes. Their self-destruction inched closer and closer and James was ready to explode with her name lingering on his lips forever and always; Clara Crossing.