Bo

They think they're made for each other. They think they'll be together forever. They think. It's all in their heads, this-this fantasy of theirs. It's true love, they say, but it truly is not. It's just a weak, fragile connection that can be ripped in half as if it's a blade of grass. I don't think it's my job to ruin their little love spree, but I cannot let them believe a lie they've told themselves. Maybe I am meant to rip that fragile connection. If I am, it's all because of fate.

I've tried to talk to them. To talk sense into them, but it's just impossible. They are so blinded by their delicate attraction for each other that they've lost their sense of surroundings, sense of others. Their sense of self. They act as if they're one, but in sense, they are two. Two bodies, two minds, two souls. How could they act as one, yet they are separated physically and mentally? It makes no sense.

The more I see it, the more I come to despise it. I must fix this. I must fix them. I must save them.