Vivian's POV:
Yeah…. The little fucker played me again…. I don’t know what new wrong is happening to my brain. Yet, I’m sure I’m mentally fucked. How can I not be, right? I am one that has fucking depression and taking all those serums for it and for some other shit, so, this can be another malfunction of my fucking mind. I’m probably so fucked that I’m creating a safe land in his person.
I don’t know, but it’s not good for me. When I’ll come to reality from this is going to be bombastic, but not in the positive and ‘yay’ kind of type.
No. I mean, I don’t love him or like him. I don’t know what I have for him. For me, it’s only a drug and something that makes me feel good and at peace. Is that love? I can’t answer to that. Never been in love before.