His mate
But I could never understand a ruined man's logic.
"Do you believe their love for each other was beautiful?" He questions. "Well, yeah." I answer. "Their love was tragic. So, tragedy is beautiful." I scrunch my eyebrows in confusion. It all makes sense, then again, it doesn't.
I do not question him though. I just spend the rest of the night wondering about the man who proclaims tragedy is beauty.
That memory gets me to thinking, our love is tragedy. We're constantly being torn apart from one another. The most time we've spent together was those seven weeks Michael and Markus didn't attempt to hurt us. Little did we know, they were scheming their biggest plan yet.
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