There is no way I can make this sound original, ever. An attempt to write a believable RrB/PpG in high school fic. Rated M because teenagers use terrible language. "Nobody realizes that some people expend tremendous energy merely to be normal." - Camus

Love. Now, that's an easy word to describe. Love means passion and intimacy. Love means friendship and honesty. The funny thing about love is that you don't know when exactly you fell in love until it's too late. I had that realization at the worst possible timing. At my best friend's wedding. The only problem was that the love of my life was the groom. And I was not the bride.

Nepeta has always loved Karkat, but who will she turn to when the pain of loving him gives her the strength to move on? *I do not own the image (creds to Tumblr user shenanigans-with-mcb) Homestuck, or copyrighted items in the text*