Anthea Nyx loved a lot of things.
She loves how books smell like romance. She loves how some people could unapologetically just be themselves. She loves how the city lights could look like stars on the ground at night. She loves how peaceful and scary standing in a sea of strangers feels. She loves the chaos of the day and the tranquility of the night.
She loves how life can be sweet and bitter altogether. She loves both the flawed and the alluring sides of the universe. Above all, she fiercely loved how she could still glimmer after all the darkness the universe had put her through.
To some, to feel so much must be a curse, but to her, it is a gift. A reminder that she's alive, and oh, what magic it feels like to feel truly alive in this world where many people wake up just to survive another day. Isn't that a waste?
And then everything changed when she loved him too. What she felt for him was a love different than what she had felt before. A love that slowly took every ounce of her, every breath, every fiber of her being, every piece of her heart until it gradually became his. It felt like he was her always. And always means forever... until it doesn't anymore.
Oh, how she wished she didn't feel too much! Indeed, it is a curse, for she would have never found the love that became the poison to her soul.
