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Cariad Lorna Sin ([info]singed_feet) wrote,
@ 2007-06-28 08:28:00

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Prompt 3, love
Love can kill, love can save.

My thought’s on love? Well I could tell you about how much I love my family, but I don‘t think that‘s what you want to hear, or I could tell you about the fact my name means love, or about the people I know who are in love, like Lucius and Sun, Or Glen and VB.
But their love is private and you don’t know these people so why should you care right?

Or I could talk about the two I was close to who died for their love, Markus and Maria, but Maria should have known that Markus would not have wanted her dead, it was a stupid way to die.

Everyone says that love is a good thing. But I think love can be a bad thing, it killed Maria and it can destroy lives in other ways.

A year ago, before those here who love God started committing sins that would bring him to tears, I was in one of the many dead city’s, looting and savaging like crows and rats.

My beloved git Glen and I was looking for a gift for his other half when two other little rats can running into the same shop.

One was pale skinned and blond, the other was the opposite

One was, until recently, living on her own in the dead and decaying husk of a home. The other, until recently, had been safe with her family, but once the two had met the father of the second had started trying to beat out the wrongness that the first has infected her with.

Because he loved his daughter and he loved his family.

So the pair had fled, together, because they loved each other.

We gave the a new home, where they could forge a new family.

Sometimes love can be good, sometimes love can be bad, but love can simply be if you give it a chance.

We gave Emma and Zia a chance, and a year later, they saved my life.



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