It's our paradise, and it's our war zone
Description
It had started innocently. A high school kind of love. Unexpected yet so predictable. Giddy, childish, carefree. He had fallen for her. She had fallen for him. It had been two years, with hardly any conflicts arising between them.
However, the deeper it got, the more serious it became, the deeper it got, the more they wanted to give to each other, and of course, receive. He loves her. She loves him. So much that it hurt them. They would rather suffer at each other's hands than anyone else's. But then again, they would rather give up on their love than to make the other suffer. Outside factors were always what made those doubts arose in their heads. They'd keep refusing them to win over their feelings. An entitlement they had towards the other, desperate to render paradise to the woman and the man they loved, which was naturally beyond their human abilities. It didn't make any sense, yet they didn't want to give up on this quest to heaven. But it was rendering them hell at the same time.
So what was best. Fight more and more because of the frustration their helplessness made them feel, just to make up and ignore the fact that some cracks can never close back.
Or break up, and preserve the memory of once having been happy together, knowing that they can't live without each other.
It was on to them. To choose the fate of their love.
Foreword
My first ever fanfiction, a 2hyun one, triggered by the...mess, that has been going on around HyunSeung. Named from a line of Zayn Malik's Pillowtalk merely because I like this song and it fits the overall mood of my story, but not correlated to it one bit haha.
This is a story based on my imagination, truths, likely truths, my debatable stances, my worries and my hopes.
I hope you'll enjoy it :)
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