How can one be strong, yet so easy to hurt? How can one be so quiet, yet so loud without a single word?

The two rival each other. But not as enemies. Simply as companions in a complicated routine, one trying to fend for the other and vise versa.

The tension can as easily dissipate as it does present itself between them, such like friction. The music intense, hitting striking and hell like harmonies when they shake and struggle. At other times so harmonious it is terrifying.

One wears her scars and pain on her skin.
One wears her scars and pain in her mind.

They care and clash. Chaos. Pain. Frustration. Love. Dependent. Care.