3. Worthless
I know. I see the way he looks at me, with hatred, with disdain. Not that I'd expect anything else from the former King of Thieves. I'm weak, vulnerable, so disgustingly human that he can't stand the sight of me. We look alike, but we couldn't be more different.
It's why I hate myself for feeling this way. For loving him. He'll never love me. He can't feel love. He can't feel. He can only act. His eyes flame with determination to make everyone's life a living hell.
Hell. Is that what this is? Loving someone who wants nothing more than to destroy you? Am I destined to be this hell for the rest of my life?
Everything's so fucked up.
I'll never mean anything to him.
I'm just…
Worthless.