11
Arsen
After that day in the French Quarter, I find myself wanting Fiore’s company again. Needing it. Not just her body… no, I want her mind. Her soul.
I want it all.
This causes me no end of turmoil.
I think of Anna, whose presence I used to miss so badly that I could almost feel her here, even after she was dead. What would Anna think of how weak Fiore makes me?
Would she judge me, as I fear? Turn her face away from me, sneering?
More likely, she would ask when her next fix was. See, with Anna, I could never be her master because of her addiction to opiates. That came first. Heroin would always be her choice, hands down.
So, why do I keep coming back to Anna and what Anna would think, time and again?
Probably because I imagine her expression as a mirror for what I feel inside,
