Chapitre 101: Chapter 100

Love had always been worshiped by art. Songs and poetry, books and paintings. Every form of expression seemed to want to tame and bring out the feelings of the heart. Beautiful words and soothing notes, vibrant colors and images of lovestruck eyes. Every single thing about love, every moment of its existence had been glorified, gently placed into a glass case for everyone to look at and envy.