Literature
An Exception To Reality
When I was younger, I watched. I watched them fight every day, all the time. What was once called love had begun to fade; the ribbon that tied them by the hand was ripping. They broke each other's hearts, slowly and painfully, never able to reassemble.
The day came when they made it final, and I watched with youthful eyes as they failed to recover. My own guardians, the ones who I looked up to more than anyone else in the world, were losing the fight. I didn't believe that my own parents could make mistakes. They were always right and they always knew what to do no matter what, but now that I've grown, I know the truth. It takes time, so muc