This is about love. Frerard love. It will mostly be fluffy.
dreariness. Everything I look at seems to catch fire, exist in ruin, etc. So how am I able to love? If love is such a fragile thing, how is it that I'm capable of it? Or even, how is it that I'm able to find someone I love as much as him? Maybe it's because he's perfect for me in every way, or it's just coincidence, or all that fate bullshit my best friend preaches to me about is true. Maybe, just maybe, the world is pushing us together; just these two souls who care for each other and want to be happy. And who's to say love isn't destruction? If it is, it's the only pretty part of the world I live in.