Theron's Obsession

Theron’s Point of View

There is something in the way Eden sobbed that seemed to bring out something inside me, as though a light was switched on, I didn’t feel guilt—hell I even know what the word means, but she was right about one thing, she didn’t deserve being on the receiving end of the emotional backlash of my climbing to the top.

I want to believe that it was her fault for being too soft, too emotional, too understanding—but at the same time I should be grateful that she is, it is only because she is like that, that I am able to take advantage of her.

So, at the very least, I could show her a shred of my pity, I pulled her into a hug, palming her hair that feels like silk in between my fingers; rich in volume and sheen. The scent of her perfume, a powdery, flower-like scent filled my nose—feminine and soft, smells like the roses mingled with the air of the beach.

I liked it.

“I’m sorry—” I muttered, even though I didn’t feel sorry, I understand those were the words she could use