Guts. The word, the namesake. There is something about it that teeters close towards the realm of uncertainty, but that cannot be true, for you were the most decisive man I knew. The demands of destiny are consuming, but is it not cruel to sever our own so brutally, without a trace of remorse? What sweet betrayal, that you would have done to me what I would have never done to you.
Rated: T - English - Romance/Tragedy - Chapters: 1 - Words: 643 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 1 - Published: 12/30/2018 - Guts, Griffith, Casca