"Love me, Miley."
Zach remained eyes locked with Miley for a few seconds. Miley squinted her eyes and swayed her hand before Zach, "that's not a solution. That's not even an option for me. How glad I will be to love my killer? Does that even make some sense to you? It doesn't to me."
"Fine, your wish. I was just trying to tune your soul and body on the same frequency but if you want to keep on with your conflict with your Iris' broken memories, go on. By the way, I never expected you to even come on good terms with me. I was hoping perhaps in the heat of the moment you might agree and I won't have to handle your Miley tantrums, but I think I must have committed a grave sin to babysit you."
"I am not a baby, you are too rude, arrogant and your mood swings are like swings in a park," she
