Loves

"I watched him do wicked things to the people he claimed to love. He showed every sign of being exactly the kind of man that I was supposed to run as far away from as my legs could carry me. But every time he looked at me with lust or something akin to love, I felt myself melt. My stupid heart would fall at the sign of anything that looks like brutality because I guess my life experiences have taught me that men are best served cold and brutal." I chuckled lightly to myself, wallowing in self pity. 

"So, when he came back acting all nice, I accepted him with wide open arms and a flutter in my belly. I am always begging and desperate for love even when I am in the midst of love in its purest form. Attus was the wrong one, but he loved, and he still loves me right. And what exactly can a girl do when the wrong one loves her right?" I looked over at Thomas, feeling a bit ill. 

He scoffed and looked away from me. "Talk to