FAKING LOVE
Moisture glistened in her eyes, but she blinked it away with a tremulous snarl.
"I can't decide which chokes me more - the despicable depths of your depravity in using me this way... or the soul-withering fact that some tangled roots of my affections still cringe for you in pity."
Hailey clutched her head, and when her features contorted in a visceral wince, I could feel the phantom lances of the character's agony piercing my own breast. Her voice climbed, visceral and Rawly unrestrained:
"You're... you're a BLACK HOLE, Nathan! A cosmic void that endlessly slams more and more bodies into its singularity, coldly disintegrating them into formless streams of hawking radiation spat out from the
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