“I know you love me, Xavier.” Tiara stated confidently, “I know the intensity your love has is destructive, I have been a victim of it but you know what I find the most amusing?” she crooked an evil smile and looked at him intently, taking a dramatic pause while speaking which was intended to pour salt on his already burning wound.
“That the intensity of that love, that madness is self-destructive.” She completed, her tone laced with amusing glitter, “you are a mafia, a man no one could win against and certainly not a mere girl like me but, from now on you are on your own fighting a battle within yourself that will destroy you slowly but eventually.”
“My death would be painful for you, leaving a scar that could not be healed. A scar that makes your heart ugly and black.” Tiara said that
