A more pessimistic image now...to experiment with a sad expression.
Timothy is gazing at a photo of his parents...when they truly loved each other. The photo depicts them as happy, joyous and carefree. Then he remembers... The two dark figures, standing opposite each other; the room thunderous with their harsh, unearthly screeches.
"Oh... What is love? Fickle, false, destructive, tainted, cruel and merciless. It is a lie that is told...then vanishes into thin air, never to be pursued again. It is destructive, it ruins everything... Nothing is ever the same... It can't be"