THE VIOLENT HISTORIES [EN- JAY]

"I know a fair share about drugs. I think they are addictive and equally as foolish and so far, only sleep has been able to appeal to me. It is a seductive substance, I'll tell you. And yet- and yet." She clenches her jaw, swallowing perhaps a sigh of disappointment. "You are just a simple boy- a BOY- with dark hair and brown eyes then tell me why I am more addicted to you that any other mortal thing. Why do you distract me so much from what I have been dying to achieve since years- WHY do you make me yearn for the forbidden, one that would ruin me and everything I have ever done?"

He forgets to breathe. "You hate everyone-" He tries to inhale, try to speak through his stunned vocabulary, "-except me."

She shakes her head, some sort of bitterness cloying into her voice. "I hate everyone-" Her voice, he realize as she speaks, is angelic like a siren's, "-especially you."