⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ With love; comes either a blossoming triumph, or a plundering tragedy. Blood bleeds, drinks spill, eyes linger, watching one another. Heavy breathes heave into a slurred reality no one dared to ever imagine. It was true, two hearts were beginning to thred a bond. ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ A bond that never should have been. ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀