Fandom: Still Star-Croseed
Notes: For100words , prompt #55 Slow Burn
The battle lines are drawn. Neither of you started this feud. You were born into it; cannon fodder for your elders' vanity.
You stare at each other across that divide.
You stare, but you do not see, and every word is a double-edged sword.
Yet, one of you extends a hand, and you are both surprised when the other does not slap it away, but holds on tight.
Enemies to allies, and friends to...
Can trust be given, then broken, and still be rebuild?
Are you both strong enough to break without losing sight of who you are?