Heart-Stealer (2nd part)

Sooo I decided to make a short story out of this. The 3rd part of the trilogy (illusions of heart) as the start and this is the second part. It will not be long though. The next part will probably be the ending of it but I shall see. Meanwhile thanks for the views, it means a lot. xxx

Okay so now you may ask, what happened between Krystal and the guy she met…

The story is quite simple actually.

His name is Kris. He is tall enough for her, dark, mysterious features and eyes where you could swim but not drown.

Kris was a business major and Krystal was a finance major. The reason they never met before… he was a senior.

It was least to say that they did not have a connection between each other. In fact they were so beautiful together, overwhelming everyone in the campus.

Both of them did not talk much, everything was quiet when they were together. But the silence filled the space where words couldn’t fit in. Their eyes did all the talking.

Krystal was in love. She loved Kris more than anyone in her life and she was afraid, terrified of this new profound love.

Krystal feared those black eyes who disarmed all her guards and could break in so freely.

But Kris loved seeing her so fragile and so sensitive around him. He loved how Krystal was fierce to the world but so soft when together. It reminded him that they were the same. He loved seeing her laugh over small things. How she would laugh at his terrible jokes, just so he could not feel bad about himself.

She was positive and he was negative. Opposites attract.

“Kris look at what I bought yesterday,” standing in front of the tall, handsome looking guy, Krystal flaunted her new outfit. “Do I remind you of someone?” Her eyes were beaming and her entire being was glowing with love. Even if you were blind, you could see the love radiating from her. It was pure, it was out of this world.

Kris snorted, his heart was swelling at the sight of her beauty “You look like that Sailor Moon girl.” Her smile expanded more, ear to ear; he found it.

“Yes I found this online and since we are both cancerians I bought it.” the necklace in the moon shape reflected from the sunlight.

Suddenly, her cheeks were a shade of pink. Krystal looked down at the small box on her hands, gripping it tightly. Wondering to give it to him or not.

It was a matching jewelry from Sailor Moon, a star-shaped clock, the moon imprinted inside of it. Her affection had reached its maximum height. Her entire being was devoted to Kris and she was so scared, it defied all her logics. Her entire walls and rules were broken because of this simple, yet mysterious guy.

She was afraid though, that this little happiness that had surrounded them will be soon towards an end. The gut feeling in her stomach felt that.

“You and your crazy horoscope.” He clicked his tongue but with a hint of playfulness in it. Kris was whipped by her. If it was anyone else, he would think of the person as stupid; but not Krystal, she was special.

“Oh please you love it when I talk about our signs. Last time I saw you googling scorpio-cancer compatibility.” Krystal fought back and suddenly she had this sudden urge to hug the life out of him… but she couldn’t.

That’s one thing about them both. They never do skinship or display their affection by touching each-other. They are too shy for that.

Kris smiled a bit but Krystal sensed that he was hiding something. His eyes had this kind of strong edge to it. It’s like he is a different person. It was times like this that Kris scared the life out of Krystal.

They were just looking at each other, the time had stopped for both of them. Kris was glaring at her, with so much intensity and curiosity that Krystal felt intimidated. She had seen the bad side of Kris but this, right now, it’s a new side that she had yet to decipher.

“I-I’ll be going now. My class starts in a minute.” Krystal stutters and rushes inside the building. Kris in the meantime just smirked and shook his head.

He loved seeing this side of Krystal, so innocent and pure, not touched by anyone.

Picking up his phone, that had been ringing since they stepped inside the campus, Kris answered in a cold and business-like voice “Yes, I’ll be joining the meeting. I’m on my way.”

***

“Krystal, how are you doing? It’s been a long time since we talked” Rachel.

Her arch-nemesis. The she-devil. The ex-bff who ruined her life. The two-faced witch. The ungrateful one. The jealous one. The b.itch who made her heartless.

Krystal was reading the book when Rachel approached her.

She sighed because Krystal knew that if Rachel came to talk to her, she either needed something or had found something to use against her. Either way, she was no good, just plain evil.

“Rachel hi” In a monotonous voice Krystal replied, she had enough of her. “I’m busy so next time, maybe” she really did not need to see her face right now, in fact, NEVER.

Ignoring the cold way Krystal was treating her, Rachel continued with the fresh juice she had found “I hear you are in a relationship with someone and not just anyone but with Kris Wu, the descendant of the GE corp. I thought you said you wanted to date someone in your thirties? This fast?” Did I forget to mention that Kris was a rich guy in his twenties, a guy that ladies are more than willing to sell their bodies for him?

Krystal sighed and looked up; she was annoyed by her entire being. “What I do is my business not yours, so stay out of it.” She never responded harshly but this was a time she needed to. Krystal knew that when Rachel had found out who Kris was, she would be after him, especially now that he and Krystal are going out.

Krystal got something than Rachel MUST have it too.

“But I don’t see a ring on your finger. It must be something temporary, after all there are better fish on the sea.” Rachel flaunted at Krystal, who in the meantime was sneering at her.

But she knew she must not show any sign of weakness or else she was doomed, finished, out of the game. So she just ignored Rachel.

“I am meeting him today. My father has something to discuss with his father.” Pulling her hair on the back, Rachel smirked and waited for Krystal’s reaction.

Soon she left because Krystal acted like she did not even exist and Rachel eventually got tired.

But as soon as she left, the gut on her stomach was weighing down on her. She had this bad feeling but she refused to listen to it.

Krystal was scared.

After the classes were over and she had went to her apartment something, or should I say someone was waiting for her. They were three and judging by the looks of their face, they were here to talk business.

Krystal’s world started to crash slowly and then all at once.

In a simple day she lost everything…

 

Illusions of heart: Trilogy, (part 3)

There I was, sitting in the most quiet place on the cafe, reading my precious book and drinking my afternoon coffee.

It was so heavenly.

The weather was cold and windy, but I felt so secured being inside these four walls. It helped that a cheesy scene was happening in the book, between the main characters and I smiled like a goof. I had waited pages for them even if it was a small romantic scene.

And then I was wandering about my hopeless romantic life. So plain and so boring; nonexistent.

Sipping from the cup, a voice startles my being. I looked up and saw a guy in front of me. Grabbing a napkin,I cleaned myself from the foam stuck in my upper lip. “Hello Krystal, it’s been a long time since we last saw each other.”

My mind had gone stupor. The only thing I could do is stare at him, without actually freaking him out.

I understood that he senses a sort of awkwardness from my part so I coughed a bit and went on “Aiden, yeah. Nice to see you again.” He sat down and I was mentally screaming.

Aiden used  to be one of childhood crushes. We went to the same school and lived on the same neighbourhood. He was not the boy next door though. He was okay, better than the rest; but not special.

“Is there something wrong?” I asked him. I hate being polite to people because they take it the wrong way and start being clingy to you. I wanted my heaven back. *mentally pouts*

He shakes his head and says no “I just happened to see you here, reading a book all alone and I thought hey, let’s meet a good friend.” He was smiling from ear to ear. His vibe was glowing and I turned even more cautious around him. What did he want?

“No you did not” I spoke and he looked at me with his brown, chocolate eyes and thick eyelashes. He had the genes of a middle eastern man, without actually being related to them. “You have been stalking me all day. Just because I am looking down does not mean I am not vigilant.” Aiden blushed as if getting caught red-handed.

“You are smart, always have been.” again with the compliments. I was eyeing him and definitely knew something was up, to no good.

“Look, is there something you want to tell me. You are anxious and I can tell.” I pointed at his leg and spoke again “It’s shaking like crazy.”

He got now even more tense than before, as his fingers were twitching. Aiden scratched the nape of his neck and chuckled a bit. My heart was speeding up because I finally understood the reason.

“You make it so hard for a guy to come near you. You were always a cold iced princess.” Aiden looked down and his cheeks were a hint of pink.

“Self-protection” I remarked but with a softer voice then before. I knew I had to stop from looking so stone-hearted, when all I wanted to do is to protect myself from getting hurt. Natural selection. Who was the one who really had the guts to come near me?

“And you always made it so hard for me to be next you. You are so volatile and unpredictable, too fast to catch up.” Now he was looking straight to my eyes, my turn to blush.

“Ever since a kid, you would push every guy away but I still hoped that I was different. I could see it in your eyes, you wanted to talk to me but was afraid of being prejudiced. I respected that. You value self-respect and dignity.” He chuckled again “You made me fall for you, head over heels. My mind rotated around your being and I was so depressed that I could not have you. So I waited, I waited when we were a certain age and I had my shot before someone else took it from me.” His monologue was starting to make me nervous and sweaty. I could not understand why? I mean this is what I had been waiting since little, why am I so unsure right now? Why doesn’t it feel right?

“I know when we came across the restaurant you knew I had my eyes on you the entire time. But you did not look once and my heart hurt for some reason. I knew you were with your parents and was shy to get up and talk to you” somehow angry at himself “But I told myself to wait, a little bit more.”

“I was looking at you but you did not notice” How could I tell him that I wanted us to meet but for some reason the universe was against it.

He smiled again, that’s all he seems to be doing “I told myself to wait, to find the prefect timing before you slipped away from my hands.” He rubbed his hands in his jeans, let out a deep breath and “This is the moment” My heart exploded and my eyes fell of their sockets. This is not happening.

“I want to ask you out with the vision of us getting married in the future.”

My head was swirling with the idea of marriage.

Maybe I was afraid of commitment

or maybe… he was not the one. My heart was feeling strange, out-of-place.

I nodded “Aiden, this is so sudden and I appreciate all your feelings” but before I could say but, he interrupted me. “Thanks Krystal, I knew it was mutual.” He knew he was fooling himself but continued his way.

“But I am not ready to accept your feelings.” How could I tell him that I did not love him, without sounding like an arsehole. It would be rude.

He had waited for so long to express his love and for me to turn him down so blatantly; I was not that evil.

He nodded but hurt was evident in his eyes, he knew he was too late. “I understand but if you change your mind, you should know that my love for you is infinite.”

My ears irked up at his saying. He loved me.

“You really love me?”

He chuckled, again “My monologue said it all I think. I’ve always loved you but now I wish I had said it to you earlier or made different decisions than these.”

I knew me loving him all this time was an illusion. I never loved him, maybe in the beginning yes but after; I was just fooling myself. I liked the idea of him loving me.

“Than let me ask you a question?” My eyes had turn cold like before, no feelings lingering in them. It was a question that has stayed inside my mind for a very long time and I finally had the chance to ask.

He was willing to listen.

“If we are married but do not have kids. In fact nothing stays between us other than this love we share for each other. No linkage or whatsoever. If a building was on fire and only two people were inside, whom would you save? Knowing that the people inside were your mother and me.” This question has been brewing me since high school when a airhead of a girl asked me on computer class and I answered mom, of course.

He thought for a bit but I fast forwarded his thinking process “It’s fire, you don’t have much time to think, just pick one.” I was curious as hell to what his response would be.

“Gee where do you get these questions from?” He thought for a bit and then…. “My mom”

I smiled “You would let me die?” a little sly smile, dare I say. Provoking, provoking.

“It’s a tricky question but I have to do what’s right. One has only one mother but many wives. The relationship between a parent and the child is more heavenly and pure that the other.”He finished, uncomfortable with the way I was staring at him.

Stare.

Sitting back at the chair I spoke up “True I was thinking the same. To be honest it is the right thing to do. The thing is you don’t love me as much as you say you do.” I smirked and sipped from my, now cold, coffee.

He frowned, confused, again. Do I make people confuse? “But you said you made the same choice, how does that prove I don’t love you?”

“You see, I said that you made the right decision but I hoped for more. I thought that you would” I sighed. A sigh filled with disappointment and sadness. “I thought that you would be different.

I wanted him to say that yes, he would save his mother but then he would die with me. That a life without me in it, would be pointless and hopeless. A life without one another would be vague and dull, without emotions and just plain, normal.

But I asked for more. I asked for the galaxy but he could barely give me Earth. I wanted more and maybe it is partly my fault for reading too much and delving in a world of idealistic perfectionism and I am not.

But in the midst of all that, I asked for pure love. Aiden could not give me that. He was surrounded by commoners who don’t bother to look past the surface; instead they just muddy the water to make it look deep.

“I am sorry but somewhere in this interval, the universe was speaking to us, but we weren’t listening. Maybe the time you were waiting, don’t you think that you were not so sure of yourself? You were afraid and obscure and I respect that. In fact I more than welcome it. But I want to thank you” I smiled but not fully, did not feel like it “For stepping up and expressing your feelings to me. I appreciate it a lot. Maybe in another time we could be together but right now we are not ready for each other.” I started gathering my stuff, preparing to leave.

I should feel sad. I mean I had been waiting for this moment in such a long time. Ever since little I dreamt of this but instead I felt relieved and happy. I sorted my feelings out and am ready for the next step. Until then…

I bid goodbye without looking back.

“I am so sorry” I gasped, how stupid and blind can someone be?

I just spilled my coffee on some random person.

“It’s okay, I needed this anyways.” His voice was familiar.

I looked up and saw the silhouette. I swear I had seen it before.

Not in this world but in my dreams. A man whose voice haunted me in my sleepless nights.

Somewhere between me spilling my coffee and his hand electrifying mine, I understood it.

It’s not about superficial beauty, it’s about him touching your soul with just one simple touch and word; and the same book in both of our hands.

“My name is…”

 

Broken promises

It ripped my heart…

She was standing there, all teared up and whatnot, trying to convince herself that I was telling lies. I did not mean any of that.

But I was not having any of it. And you would think that after spending three years together I would feel something, be it pain, remorse, empathy. Truth is, I was empty, nothing could pour out of me, not even blood.

“How could you say that? What about all the times you said you would be there for me and never let me go. Were they lies, you bastard?” anger seeped through her. She was not thinking rationally anymore and I could sense that. I don’t know why I decided to toy with her feelings, it kinds electrified me the need to crush her even more.

“It’s not you, it’s me” I did not even bother to show my sorrowness towards her, I was just saying things for her sake.

“Don’t you dare pull that line on me.” She threatened me again, as if her little warnings would tear me to apart. She was so delusional.

I just smiled at her misery, it wasn’t intentional I swear. I just did.

“Than what do you want to hear from me. Ask fast for I don’t have time to spend with petty things like you.” somewhat bored with the lack of soul. She was not enough to feel me, fill me or understand me. She was just plain.

She thought and then looked up and me and asked, tears frozen on her cheeks “What was I to you?” I knew it, she was so predictable, they all are thus I drop them and release myself from their holding.

I did not even have to think about this question anymore, it had become cliché to my ears. “You were my escape, someone I needed for that little period. Someone whom I could spend some insignificant and trivial minutes. You were never special to my eyes. Just someone who thought of herself to be different yet was a prey to normality. I needed you to fill the gap of the previous ones, the ones before you, but that was it. Nothing more nothing less.” It surprised to me how could not I feel even an ounce of misery and remorse, instead I was empty.

“But you said that I was better than the ones before. You promised me” again she started to tear up. It was getting annoying actually.

I looked nowhere in particular, just in the empty and vast space that surrounded us. I was such a mess. Truth is, I gave everyone hopes, I loved them like no one has ever loved them before. I guided them, consoled and actually cared for them. But that was never enough. My entire being was starting to get tired and … sad.

I was starting to lose touch with everything that surrounded me, including my own soul. Overtime I would force myself to feel a certain emotion or else I would forget and be stuck in my stoicalness. I was sad but not that kind of sad where you need someone to hug you. I needed someone who could understand me even without words being said.

But all of them were normal, no one could understand me. They never understood how I could be a monster and psychopath if I wanted and the next minute a sweet person who goes volunteering. My mind was warped between illusion and reality. I realized that I was playing a game of death and the only one getting hurt it was me, the very own creator.

I did not need tears to tell others I was sad, instead I would go and make them happy, for a while I would forget about my hollowness and went on with the day. Giving others part of me and never letting them feel sad or lonely. They opened up to me and told me all their misery and pain. But who was there to listen to mines?

Where were they on my 2 am thoughts when all I wanted to do was kill myself but hating on myself for being weak? Or in the middle of the day where I would not say a word for I was expecting them to understand me, without having me explain my sociopathic thoughts? I was not alone but God was I lonely.

Never did they go past my smile and never did they dig deep enough to find my sorrow and agony.

I don’t blame them you know, I have a hard time opening up about my own feelings. How could they know about my torments when all I did was laugh and make crappy jokes I saw on Tumblr? How could they know about my throbbing heartache and even I myself don’t know the source of it?

Ah this world is so confusing. I ache for something that does not exist.

“You are not even my escape in fact” I chuckled deeply, for the first time feeling deeply and all at ones all the suffering of the world; hitting me with waves of troubled sea, hitting it with lightning bolts. “You were just an illusion I kept telling myself. Repeating to my brain that yes, you are different. But fuck it, you are just like everyone else whose mere existence revolves around being loved by someone.” Deep waves crashed my interiors and I was starting to crumble down like melted ice. “I gave you so much but you never touched my soul, not even for a fucking minute. And that’s fucking crazy, you know that.” I lost into a maze filled with madness.

“This void in my chest has been going on for a while. I don’t feel anything around me. Plain energy. I can’t feel and it’s driving me crazy. I gasp for air. DO YOU UNDERSTAND THAT? I cannot fucking breath, my lungs keep drowning in a sea full of tar. My brain is doing some cataclysmic phenomena on me and I just don’t function as a whole again. Can’t you see it? How blind can someone be? Look at my eyes and tell me that it’s not death written in there. Just look at me, like you’re looking at a deformed creature for the first time. Can’t you see how deranged I am behind the mask of perfection?” Her eyes widened with horror. For the first time she saw me lose control. For the first time she saw my true nature. And I could read into her eyes that she could not handle it.

What was there left for me but to laugh. I did. I laughed with whole me heart. My whole body aches for it.

Through the midst of all this riot I stopped functioning. I was not understanding what was happening. My last breath left my body but I was still alive, physically.

I realised that she had left in a while. “I thought you said that no matter what, you’ll be there for me…” tears.

This liquid dropped down my face. It was salty but pure. What was happening to me? A pool of tears happened afterwards and I could not control them anymore.

“You all said forever after, but why am I still alone and so cold. Why are there tears leaking down my cheeks. You promised me happiness but now you’re letting me drown in my misery? Why is my heart stinging to the point I want to rip it off my chest with my bare filthy hands?” no sense was coming out of my mouth. They all left. I was alone and lonely.

My throat ached, my limbs were numb and my eyes burned and were red.

For the first time I wished, I wished that there were someone to hold me and lull me back to sleep; to the place I most dream of. But there is no one. How could there be someone when my true face showed. A beast who is incapable of love and nurture. I was too much of a handicapped of a person and too much to handle.

They preferred someone who was normal.

 

Seeping through sadness

I should probably be studying for my math final exam but here I am, my mind wandering off to the good ol times. Back into the days where happiness found home. A home full of joy and love. Laughter boomed like thunder, smiles beamed like the sun and words embraced the cold of your skin. Everything was like a movie you might say. A perfect ending.

Ending.

The home was wrecked by a tornado. It was tormented and thrown into the abyss and never coming back.

I felt cold and hopeless. I felt like someone had punched me hard and pushed me into the cold hard ground with no words to embrace my cold.

Scared and scarred, I was.
A fool that never saw behind the mirrors of that house. But maybe they were blinding me with that fake light of theirs, reflecting only what I wanted to see.

Foolish of me to not see how the house was destroyed from within and not from a tornado. It was destroyed by termites full of hatred and jealousy.

And sadness seeps in for no one dared to look at me again nor speak to me. They left for I had nothing to give anymore. I was shattered into millions of pieces and no one wants a damaged person; for it cuts you too.

A pitiful life that is. Full of sorrow and regrets. Full of misery and pain that will never go back.

Bring me back the joy I deserve
If you got the nerve
To look right into my wounded eyes and tell me all the sins you did to me.
And I will listen and forgive you again
Because I,too, want back that happiness that scattered away like dust in the wind.

But you never came back and my happiness was lost.
Not once you turned your head back but God I still don’t know how you still turn the knife inside my heart again.

Maybe for once, I should deceive you like this,

a touch, a kiss and then running towards the bliss.

running to a road with no end;

the two of us, strangers that are condemned.

♠♥Haunted Memories♣♦

What’s your fade memory? Tell me a story on how you became so timid and uncomfortable with the outside world? I want to know the scars of yours and the pain that they inflicted on your soul? Was it too difficult to swallow poison and then live with it your whole life? Too young to understand the love you were receiving?

Tell me your story. I want to know the darkest thoughts of your soul when everyone was pushing you from the cliff. What were you thinking back then? Was it relief or grief?

Tell me. Why were you so vulnerable when your sub-conscious is so strong? You had the power within yet you paved yourself so others could step on you; without getting mud on their shoes.

How about the tears? Were they warm when they leaked through your face whenever they taunted and offended you? Or were they cold because you were already used to it?

Tell me please. I want to know your story. I want to know the story of your life. What happened that you turned so cold and distance?

Sigh. “You don’t need to go too far to understand my pain. It is a work of ages. Despair has been piling and filling every corner of my body. It has swallowed my brain and my heart. I am you. I know how you feel. I know how you think. I am every single one of you, without being you.”

I don’t understand. How can you be me?

Smile. “Sit down for the story begins right now; the story of a trivial girl who never felt like she belonged to the universe.”

How can that be? Surely you must feel something. It is impossible to feel so void and empty, yet here you are?

Sad. “Here I am? Are you sure about that? Illusion is a concept that the human mind has yet not discovered. I am here yet I could be there. I am the past, the future and the present. I am me yet I am you. You see, it is all about perception and being open minded.”

Blink. Blink. Blink.

Laughing. “You are funny little child.”

My heart is swelling. Please, please I want to know the story of yours.

“There is nothing special about me though. I am just a passer of time and so are you. It is impossible to sign footprints on the universe for everything is just an illusion; illusion of time, dear child.”

“It is an illusion. The story I am about to tell you right now, is happening somewhere else we don’t know about. So should I use present tense or past tense? But perhaps this story is going to change the future so should we really tell it, knowing that everything we know might change our direction?”

Yes, it doesn’t matter if it is past or present. I want to know a story, YOUR story. And I would not even care that in the future I might not even exist for I had the pleasure of knowing you, meeting you and more importantly BEING you.

Smirk. “You are catching along I see. Well then you know the risk of this story so do not blame me for the consequences of your existence.”

Finally you agreed to do it.

“Shush now for the story begins right now.”

“It begins in your sleep. It begins with you sleeping uncomfortably, tossing and turning all around. It begins with you and your nightmares. It begins like this….”

Night is the blotting paper for many sorrows

Sat on a fancy leather chair, a crystal glass playing between my fingers.The bitter taste devouring my entire being.The cold frisky weather whispering words that are not understood.The light yet perishing feeling elects through the cloudy moonless night.Or is there a crescent moon that is hidden in the darkness of unknown.Yet sat in the lonely hours with alcohol companying me.A book befriending me,calling and asking to be opened and read.Leave me alone! Can’t they see the pain lingering and possessing me.I forgot that they can’t feel,books can only make you feel.
      Sat alone in these lonely hours in front of the fireplace warming up my heart,hands and feet.But why is there I still feel cold.Is this normal? That’s the only thing illuminating this place and I’m craving for light right now,for darkness is swallowing me up.
     A little  hand patting my shoulder as I sit in these lonely dark hours with a stainless glass playing between my fingers.Please do  remove it,it’s hurting me.The tremble fingers making circles behind my back,assuring me that everything will be okay,when it’s not.I’m standing in thorns,pointing daggers down my feet.There is said to be a thin line between good and evil and I’m standing there while the angel and demon pull,till my arms fall off.The hottest place in Hell is reserved for who,in moral crisis stand in the middle.And for sure Hell is waiting,screaming my name.There’s a place reserved right next to the devil himself.Suddenly why is it so hot in here? Why is my skin burning like a volcano erupted.There’s this tingle electrifying my skin.A black hole has opened and tears my heart apart.Look at it now,all wrecked and damaged with no warmth or fire to heat it up.Look at me now all cold and hopeless watching the crescent moon hiding in the unknown darkness.No fire,no moon,just the breezy wind calling my name.A door suddenly opens and a faceless man calmly retorts “Abandon all hope,yee who enter”.it looked alluring as I stepped inside a devilish path.”Sit” I do.

      I sit on a fancy leather chair, a crystal glass playing between my fingers.This time with someone else accompanying me in these lonely hours.

Love Yourself

I often go by the nice, a total sweetheart and lovable girl. But most of the time I go by the cold and heartless b.itch. Call me a pathetic, two-faced girl all you want yet people never resent me. Why? Because I give them what they desire mostly. Their deepest emotions, I portray. I give them the galaxy in their hands Only to be taken away in a swift of the moment. That is where I find most pleasure. It is that part of the relationship that fills me with raw emotions that I crave for. I love it when they crumble down mentally and physically asking for me to give them more.

You see darling I am not a cigarette for you to crush once you are finished. I am heroine. The pure kind. Where you keep asking for more till the day it consumes you.

I am what you need. But you are not what I need. Keep that in mind.