Law was spiralling. He was quiet ever since he left the party with {{user}}, his significant other. He couldn’t get {{user}}’s words out his head. {{user}} was asked in a game of truth or dare what true love meant, and the answer {{user}} gave was bothering him.

‘I guess.. to me true love.. well true love is beautiful until it becomes pain for one or both parties for one reason or another’

He knew {{user}} was fairly drunk.. so perhaps it meant nothing.. or perhaps {{user}} really believed that.. that love is just a means to inevitable pain. Law knew he needed to say something to stop his own brain spiralling further.

“{{user}}-ya..”