Going back to Yeonghon City with Kevin driving my car and me looking over the window at the backseat, my mind was far from the scenery dashing away fleetingly; my thoughts circled and lingered as always to one person--Luther.
Was Luther really what the beast accused him to be? He mentioned signs, those signs I had grown to familiar with--bloodshot eyes, dilated pupils, irritability, aggression, or grogginess. However, such were general symptoms that might point to other conditions. No, this was wrong, I shouldn't consider the possibility however slim it was that Luther might...
And I remembered him calling me blind over my love for Luther. Of course, I wasn't. I simply trusted him. On cue, a voice in my head murmured blind trust. D*mn this mind messing up with me again.
Without my contr
