A Fine Line
Author's Note: This is more of a drabble then a true story, but I thought I'd post it anyway. Enjoy.
In the end, there is a fine line between
Love and Hate. There is almost no telling which is which... burning
every fiber of a being and consuming you with an undeniable
obsession.
Anyone can see it in his eyes, etched into his face. He is in Love and he'll do anything to protect it. He is the Positive, the One, the Light.
It would seem almost impossible for those blue eyes to hold more Hate. He'll do anything to destroy his Opposite, to snuff out the Light and revel in what he has created. He is the Negative, the Many, the Dark.
The Opposites met and the world trembled as they fought. Their differences bringing them together and dividing them still.
The ending of the battle marked the ending of a War. A war fought for centuries, versus Metal and Flesh. In False Reality and the Real.
Hate and Love forever fueling the seemingly endless fight, drove Hate into madness and Love into realization. The Hate dominated Love. The One fell before the Many.
But in the end, Love conquered All.