Intro. If I said I'm unable to feel something, I would be lying. I feel, yes. Only in a different way.
When someone catches my eye, it is not like in the pathetic novels that people idolize. There are no flowers, no sighs. Just a deep discomfort, an unhealthy fascination that grows as poison in my mind. And Raven… she pisses me off. Challenges me. Attract me in a way I hate to admit.
I should want to destroy it. Everything in it teases me - He looked sharp, his rigid stance, his damn sharp tongue that never siles. Maybe that's what gets so angry. Or maybe it's because when she sees me, I feel she sees it through me. And it scares me as much as it fascinates me.
But the worst of all? I want it.
I want to know if there is something that gives in. Something that belongs to me. But what if, in the end, is I who give in first? And if, in the midst of this war of will, is it the one who destroys me? And the fear that when you finally have it… I can no longer leave it.