~Certainty~
There were very few things in the world that were certain. Sure, like the sun rising in the east and setting in the west. Or the blooming or flowers. But all these were all ephemeral. It couldn't be avoided. It was the work of Nature, the beauty that resided in every living thing.
In this cruel cynical world, there were very few certainties. But there were some. Like how Shido would hold Madoka silently in the flickering flame. No words were needed, just the quiet, just the certainty that the both would be there for each other. Forever.
Or like how Ginji would always curl up next to Ban, a hand on his chest. And Ban would not sleep until he had seen his best friend snoring softly; dreaming sweet dreams that Ban hoped included him. Ban would then curl his right hand protectively around Ginji's body. Ginji got cold easily. They didn't need words, actions shone. It was part of the understanding they shared.
Ban never knew why Ginji was so attached to him. But he was glad. Very glad. Glad that someone could see past his curse; look deeper into him, to see his soul. On the other hand, Ginji was glad. Glad that Ban loved him. Glad that he himself loved Ban.
Nothing is certain in this world. But some things are, things so small, so fragile so insignificant it doesn't seem to matter. But it does. Because those small amounts of certainty, are the very things that keep us sane.
There were very few things in the world that were certain. Sure, like the sun rising in the east and setting in the west. Or the blooming or flowers. But all these were all ephemeral. It couldn't be avoided. It was the work of Nature, the beauty that resided in every living thing.
In this cruel cynical world, there were very few certainties. But there were some. Like how Shido would hold Madoka silently in the flickering flame. No words were needed, just the quiet, just the certainty that the both would be there for each other. Forever.
Or like how Ginji would always curl up next to Ban, a hand on his chest. And Ban would not sleep until he had seen his best friend snoring softly; dreaming sweet dreams that Ban hoped included him. Ban would then curl his right hand protectively around Ginji's body. Ginji got cold easily. They didn't need words, actions shone. It was part of the understanding they shared.
Ban never knew why Ginji was so attached to him. But he was glad. Very glad. Glad that someone could see past his curse; look deeper into him, to see his soul. On the other hand, Ginji was glad. Glad that Ban loved him. Glad that he himself loved Ban.
Nothing is certain in this world. But some things are, things so small, so fragile so insignificant it doesn't seem to matter. But it does. Because those small amounts of certainty, are the very things that keep us sane.