Those things about love, some we say, some we just think, that make our toes curl and our heart beat faster. Some that make us cry at the sadness, some at the beauty. Regardless it all comes down to this:
Love is a monster, and yet it is gentle. Love is a rose, and yet it has thorns.
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"It's a gamble," she warns him, but she's already leaning up slightly to meet him halfway.
"We will either heal together," he concludes, mouth already pressed to hers, "or we will both be destroyed."
And, together, they fall.