The fact that two people are immuned in my curse shot right a hope to me.
What if others are too. What if I can be a normal human. For once.
But I’m shocked by the tenderness of Franco’s voice. The sincerity in it. Why does it feel like he’s a different person.
Is this just for show? He used to be so thirsty for chaos, wild and crazed but now he acts like he is aching for acceptance, for recognition. For love.
Love.
“I-I can be with you now. We can be together in one room,” he whispers to me, misunderstanding my silence. He touches my face again to meet his eyes. I stared blankly at his gray eyes full of passion, dreams and hope. He pulls me too close, too close. I’m frozen with the realization that this would mean I am going back again in the asylum. The asylum. The asylum that I
