Even the strongest of them were fragile in their own way.
He could never be selfish and neither could she and it left them at an impasse far too often. And when he blamed her because he couldn't stand to blame himself, she took it like she could, told she was sorry without meaning the words and he accepted that lie, that false apology, without compliant because he knew he was the one who was wrong.
They were night and day, cop and robber, and, while six days of the week, it worked for them, that seventh day was always the hardest. They were like the ocean and the moon, directly influencing each other but never touching. They were even more similar to the ocean and its banks, push and pull, the waves did, give and take and that's the only way it could be. And, on that seventh day, they argued like they were truly angry and he slept on the couch.
They were two strong willed people trying to live together and compromise when neither one of them wanted to give. And he yelled at her too often and she physically fought him a couple of times, though he never raised a hand in return. Later, she would look at the bruises she'd left on him and curl against his chest and cry and wonder why it was so hard to be in love. He'd wrap an arm around her thin shoulders and hum songs they'd sang as children and the rumble in his chest put her to sleep every time. And, while she lay there, asleep and free from her own grieve, he'd wonder why she hadn't figured out that he yelled at her because he was worried and she wouldn't let him protect her when that's all he really wanted out of life.
And any one of them could be broken so easily, if the world were allowed to see them like this, could be ripped apart into little pieces and left there, broken and hurting on the sidewalk while the ones who'd left them there to be found scurried around, picking up the pieces and knowing they should've kept them close instead of showing them to the world in such a way that they might be shattered like the glass hearts they were.
Such weird stuff, ne? Oh, and in case it's hard to follow, in order, the couples are Shinichi/Ran, Kaito/Aoko, Heiji/Kazuha. I didn't mean for the HK one to be longer, but you guys know me, I'm completely helpless when it comes to them. Actually this was written to explain why I can't force myself to write and post the werewolf!Heiji story that's been floating around in my head for half the year. They're much too fragile, you see? Much, much, I couldn't stand posting them, it would kill me.