Twenty

                "He doesn't love me. He wants to leave. Why? Why does everyone always leave? What is wrong with me? With us? Are we really unworthy of being loved?"

Clarisse rolled her eyes trying to downplay it. She felt the anguish, the fear, the sadness her other personality was feeling. Even though she didn't want to involve herself in her affairs, they shared the same body. Their feelings were bound to be intertwined. But, she could understand that although she felt that way, those weren't really her feelings. Clarissa's thoughts weren't hers. Neither were her fears. She was a beautiful, intelligent woman who every man wanted. It was her decision whether she would accept or reject them. Not the other way around.

"So what? There are many men out there. If one doesn't like you, you can alw