LILY

I could not form words. I just sat there in the car. Was what he said right? Was I fantasising too much? Pretending too much to the point where the line between fantasy and reality have blurred to the extent where I cannot destinguish between the both?

I did not know. Maybe I have? Maybe I have tried so hard to make excuses to care for him, to feel something for him. I have tried to justify his wrongs, which is something I cannot do. He is a Hellhound, a ruthless animal, an untameable creature, an unsaveable soul.

I have been pretending this was my love story, but I...