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Oh how love hurts, how the rushing of the heart and the clenching of the chest make you feel like you would die. The sweaty palms and the stutter, the feeling that if one word is wrong everything is ruined. Love is just thinly separated from madness. Love is just thinly separated from doom and that somehow made everyone feel so alive. 

Maybe that was the reason why Philip, while he looked at Kai, felt as if the world had come to life again. In his world, the colors were dull, the sounds muffled and everyday never seemed to change. In his world, the faces of the people he knew were blurry and the beauty of the things he liked the most seemed to have faded.