"Egos clash like burning knights; what's an insignificant power drive if we're both holding a knife? She tries so hard to fight, even if what they have isn't quite right. Control is just a myth; they cling to their wounds, shunning the healers that come around. Yet, for the world, the camera captures a staged kiss, so profound."

He asks, hopeful yet dreading, "Will what we have last?" She whispers, "I don't know," a response that leaves him aghast. "First, let's tend to our garden," she says, hinting at fixing their broken selves.
"What exactly do you mean?" asks the boy. "Let's work to fix ourselves first, let's mend our gardens," says the girl. "I'll try, I don't know if it'll be easy," says the boy. "Nothing precious to us is ever easy," said the girl. The boy looks off into the distance, simply longing to know where it went wrong, where did it turn pretend.


Tomorrow we could tend to our gardens then" the boy insisted with dedication firing up his eyes later simmering into doubt
"I'll try not to focus on negative things" he thought to himself....