Passion & Weapon
Chapter 20
Xavier's Pov
"What is love?"
I asked my father one day when I didn't know much about the world or the meaning of love except the word. He smiled at me without saying anything for a brief moment.
"A combination of passion and weapon" he stated
"Passion and weapon?" I thought I heard something wrong
"Love and Fear" he replied, smiling.
We were both sitting on the chair in the small garden that my mother had planted outside the house where I grew up in the city.
"Love and Fear? What's the connection?" I inquired out of curiosity.
"Fear of losing the one you love, Fear of remaining in love with the one you love until death"
"But fear is bad; it can ruin you and prevent you from recognizing yourself because you will never do anything out of the ordinary if you are afraid of something. What does it mean to say that love and fear?" I wanted to clear all the dark clouds in my head when there was no hope of clearing them.