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A/N: Submission for Valenwind-Luvers contest on love confessions, and dear gods but it's so sappy..... "I love ya!" Three simple words. Words shouted over the revelry of friends left behind as he chased the quiet man down a hallway, finally cornering him and pinning him against the wall, blurted out accidentally, a drunken confession. He knew their traveling together would be over, done. There would be a hell of a lot of pieces to pick up, loose ends to tie off, but there wasn't a megalomaniac Shinra mutant on the loose anymore. So what, what now, they'd all disband and go about their ways? Vincent would probably just fucking leave, like

How long have we been told love is blind? Hundreds of Years? Thousands? Ever since Eros, Son of Aphrodite and carrier of love's arrows, Decided to put on a blindfold and let fly, I suppose. By that theory, there is no rhyme, no reason, No indecipherable pattern that will help us guess When, exactly, arrows will peirce, skin will tear, And hearts will flutter, thrash, and leap, Like a butterfly locked in a jar far too small for its pretty wings. If love sees with the fickle heart, then, Instead of the eyes, So precise in their sense yet so easy to fool, Who is to say who we should or should not love? What kind of hypocrite is soc