The Grey Areas
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Rating: T (rating subject to change)
Summary: She betrayed all she'd know, and loved. He'd abandoned those long ago. Fitting they'd end up together, more so that they'd be torn apart. Learning that things aren't black and white is inevitable. She just learned it the hard way.
Authors Note: This is going to be a frustrating, confusing, possibly dark story. I'm prone to heavy introspection and things not being what they appear. It may start with sugar, spice and everything nice, but it only gets darker from there. Actually, it doesn't even start nice. I love irony. I love making people cry. The Greeks had it right—a catalyst is one of the great things you can get from the arts.
Also, the timeline of this story is like that of The Odyssey (Homer). I start in the middle, jump to the past and finish in the future. If you can keep up, I commend you.
February 2011: I'm updating again, and plan to do so regularly.
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I don't believe in love. I believe in lust, greed, romance, anger, jealousy, pain, desire, but not love. I don't want someone to love me. I want someone to tear down the Berlin Wall because I'm on the other side. I want someone who goes crazy, out of his mind; I want a force of nature. I want to feel it all. Jealousy, lust, anger, passion. I want to feel it.
But I don't want love. What is love compared? If you're asked to define love, what do you say?
Wanting someone so badly it hurts? That's lust.
Not being able to breathe without him near you? Touching you? That's passion.
Dying for someone? Quite frankly my love, that's stupidity.
Give me one definition of love. Simply love.
You can't.