The world felt like it was spinning. And it was for a while as we tumbled down a cliff, but even when we started walking once more, ignoring the obvious, ignoring everything but what was needed to be addressed, the world still felt like it was still spinning.
My feet didn’t know which was forward and back. All of my senses are useless and muddled.
North, south, east and west were all the same. It is cold but also hot.
It felt as though I was the one that was drugged— drugged by Damienne Krul. Wolfsbane had nothing on this woman. She was worse.
So much worse.
How is it possible to hate someone so much, to hate them with my entire being, but at the same time, the desire to kiss them is just as strong as the hate?
I don’t know what came over me. I truly didn’t.
No explanation came.
