norasmysrum

"Does it even matter?" she whispered through the thick air. "It doesn't, does it?". Her voice cracked, and the first tear slowly found it's path down her cheek. He looked at her, waited for her to say something promising. "Why should you even bother? Caring about people. I don't have anything left. Nothing good stays. And now, that I've gotten my brief moments of happiness, it's all over. It'll never come back you know.". She looked up, towards the snow that was slowly falling from the black fog in the sky. "I think that real love exists. It's just really hard to find." he said and looked down at his feet. Her face, still damped by the five tears that had run down her dusty white cheeks, burst out in a big smile, but a tragic, sarcastic and sad smile. "You're naive," she said. "Love is like ecstasy. It's just fun for a brief moment. It's an intoxicating thing. It's a fantasy."

"Hate is a lovely thing. It keeps you safe."