#There is literally no context as to why this matters except its for iwaizumi I'm going to scream

[sourstars]

so. literally no one cares atm BUT I CARE so i am here with a line i wrote like a week ago that i still can't stop thinking about.

Could love heal all mortal wounds--could it flush out the stomach, clear and clean the blood, slather lacquer and gold upon the cracks of an altered soul after the first brush of irreversible hurt? The second, the third? The longer answer: love has been coddled since first kindling and now knows not how to survive its own fire. It has been tossed into dough, sewn into clothes, made into heirlooms, but it is still a wild thing. There is no room for it in the city; the buildings are made of mirrors and the reflections are scratched blank--the people have replaced gentle touches, become ghosts. The air is filled with smoke and the streets are dirty. Could love heal all mortal wounds? The short answer: no, it can't.

STOP. SOMETHING ABOUT VIEWPOINT.