"The darker it gets, the more you can feel the light, the more sorrowful, the clearer it becomes."
"What is it?"
She asked.
"Why, it's love, of course!"
The old guy's eyes lit up.
"But you haven't even been married, Oscar, and you say marriage is just two fools chasing each other!"
Buscalo snapped after coming back to his senses.
"Does the fact that I haven't been married affect my appreciation of such emotions? Before you worry about me, maybe you should think about paying their living expenses every month!"
The old guy retorted fiercely.
"Some fight for wealth, some for power... Of course, there are countless things like honor, history; some even fight over whether to eat sweet or spicy."
Oscar Wilde declared righteously.
"But for me, I fight for love. I am the warrior of love!"
"Yet, it remains a sad story."
She whispered, feeling a different emotion as she recalled the story once more.
