"That's bullshit."

     "I never said love was a good thing." Iya sighed. "It's destructive. Truly."

"Then why do you fight for it?"

     "I'm willing to take that risk. I believe that even the greatest sacrifice is worth having the smallest moment of joy that is being loved by someone else."

     "And what are those small moments of joy?"

     "I just saw a couple kiss by the fountain at the park a few nights ago, their dogs beside them, looking up in confusion." Iya laughed. "And, my brother, who I might not be on good terms with at the moment, has this girl he paints portraits of often. He doesn't realize how happy he is around her, but I see it. He's in love with her but won't admit it."

     "And now, here you are, rubbing your palms together, cold as ice." Iya shook her head. "Because you just wrapped your jacket around me without hesitation. Probably even without notice."