We have reached the Volta. The point where we need to pick a side. Harsh as a decision, visible in your dual coloured eyes.
The crater of our hearts split into what will have to become a complete commitment. You turn with your blue eyes and melt down the walls that stopped me from reaching this pinnacle. And you with your golden brown eyes, staring into what could be our paradise. Such a delicacy in this decision, because neither way will be easy or right. But our existence on this planet is to prove that we can endure suffering, loss, and love.
Forcing your way into the æther, you notice on the threshold the holy warning. Yet to turn back, you accept failure in its purest form. Regret.
-For Violet
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