They met because of a "wedding" and were each other's most unexpected friends in the world.
The prosecutor hates the dust on his fingertips, and the sculptor despises the smell of disinfectant on his sleeves.
But love is unreasonable. It makes the mysophobic crave the warmth of those hands, and makes the aloof people indulge in the cold rigor.
They once thought that love could bridge all differences.
Until a case pushed each other to the opposite poles.
The justice he insisted on crushed the friendship he protected.
The freedom of his belief burned his outstretched hands.
When trust collapsed and pride was shattered, we discovered——
Some encounters are not for symbiosis, but to prove: There is a natural chasm called "self" between you and me, which even love cannot fill.
This etching in the name of love ended in a bloody mess.
Intention: BE
