Burn

~What do you do when you're addicted to what's killing you?~
Insiya wanted the voice in her head to stop and she was willing to go to any length for it. She was willing to try all sorts of distractions, whatever it took to make the voice go away. When she finally found her distraction, he was the embodiment of the voice she was running away from. But, this time, she craved the toxicity. She craved for him to burn her; with his gaze, his words, his existence, and his passion. But, was he really what she needed, or was she just addicted to pain?