Liam fisted his hand. He had always known that love was a slow poison, a quiet killer in which the victim only comes to know that he or she has been infected in the final stages when the poison has already spread to the whole body, crippling the victim, leaving him or her to die a slow, painful death. He had seen it happen with his father, who had fallen in love with his mother at first sight. Even after knowing that she didn’t love him back and was only with him for his money, his father had still gone ahead and married her. He had kept loving her till his last breath, hoping that she would reciprocate his feelings one day, that his unwavering love would be able to melt her heart. “I love her enough for both of us.” His father told his friends who were worried that he would be heartbroken
