Love is harsh, love is cruel, love is painful. Love is not what they have. Drabble.
Notes: Weird little thing. Why do I like repitition and patterns so much?
Not in Love
Love isn't for him. Love took one look at the hulking figure of Amarant Coral, his wicked looking claws, and had run away in fear. Which was fair enough, Amarant wanted nothing to do with Love either.
Freya had been relieved when he told that to her.
Love had hounded Freya Crescent, not letting her outrun it or forget it was there. It had torn her apart and left her bleeding on the ground, Freya never wanted to deal with it again.
Amarant reassured her that what they had was not love.