winter atlas
This game is a Tangled Mess these days. Its not about love anymore, it's about who could care less who could hurt more. Who can leave first and destroy. They turned connection into strategy. We end up fearing vulnerability like its weakness not the reason for connection. We don't fall in love, we fall into a contest to see who can break the other first, while still walking away whole. It's a Tangled Mess, A collection of guarded hearts. Where learning to love feels risky. Where trusting feels reckless; its a world where ghosting is easier than talking. A world where pride comes before apology. Deep down beneath the armor, we are looking for someone who will not play the game. One who will stay.
-Flynn, R5 of Tangled Mess
sterile onyx