Love. What a pathetic, absurd illusion. A fairy tale spun for weak, useless bastards, too blind to grasp the world as it truly is.
The world is a rotting, godforsaken wasteland where only lies and deception thrive. Everyone wears a mask. Everyone hides a blade. There are no saints here. Nothing is left but shades of grey.
I swore by that claim for years until I met her.
A single innocent soul in a world drenched in sin. A ray of sunshine in the bottomless black abyss, a delicate flower from whom I must stay as far away as possible.
I can't. I am going to steal her light, even knowing it was never meant for me.