love is just a chemical creation
love is just a chemical creation
jacob/leah. pg. 206.
If love were so powerful, so all-encompassing, so perfect, wouldn't it then be rated higher than death?
for the uncanon drabble meme.
She doesn't believe in love anymore.
How can she, when a mythical power takes precedence over true feelings of the heart? When magic and mystery are more important than the girl you used to dream of?
His dreams are full of her now, and she glitters on the sidelines, tears refracting into a thousand points of light. The back of her hand angrily swipes them away. She wasn't crying.
---
He doesn't believe in love anymore.
It only makes sense that it doesn't exist. If love were so powerful, so all-encompassing, so perfect, wouldn't it then be rated higher than death?
Not to the chocolate-eyed girl he yearns for.
His fists clench in anger but mostly to keep himself from screaming.
---
They've known each other for years, but it's still their first meeting: the first time they can see straight through the other's chest and into their heart.
Both hearts beat at the same tempo, trembling weakly after being broken.
He places a palm over her heart. A tear falls on the back of his hand, hot and burning, and he doesn't know if it's his or hers.
This isn't love -- this is healing.
jacobleah
jacob/leah. pg. 206.
If love were so powerful, so all-encompassing, so perfect, wouldn't it then be rated higher than death?
for the uncanon drabble meme.
She doesn't believe in love anymore.
How can she, when a mythical power takes precedence over true feelings of the heart? When magic and mystery are more important than the girl you used to dream of?
His dreams are full of her now, and she glitters on the sidelines, tears refracting into a thousand points of light. The back of her hand angrily swipes them away. She wasn't crying.
---
He doesn't believe in love anymore.
It only makes sense that it doesn't exist. If love were so powerful, so all-encompassing, so perfect, wouldn't it then be rated higher than death?
Not to the chocolate-eyed girl he yearns for.
His fists clench in anger but mostly to keep himself from screaming.
---
They've known each other for years, but it's still their first meeting: the first time they can see straight through the other's chest and into their heart.
Both hearts beat at the same tempo, trembling weakly after being broken.
He places a palm over her heart. A tear falls on the back of his hand, hot and burning, and he doesn't know if it's his or hers.
This isn't love -- this is healing.
jacobleah