Nina Myers
I loved him. And him too.
I know neither of them would admit to it today, but they both loved me back.
And I know I should feel horrible for using them, but I don't. Love is the only emotion I feel. No sadness, no pain, no mercy.
I worked with them both for years (only to build my cover of course) and they trusted me. I didn't trust them, I just loved them. Do I sound like a whore right now?
I could've killed them both on several occasions, but I spared them, because I loved them. I could've told them everything I knew, but I loved them, and I didn't want them to end up like me.
Dead, worthless and hated.