Amy trembled, her heart shattered into a million pieces. She raised her head, her eyes fixed on those black orbs which stared back at her. “Luther.” she breathed, her voice filled with emotion. She placed her hands on the wall for support, shocked by the statement Luther had just said.
You won't always taste the poison, It was the aftermath that was dangerous. Just like her and Luther's relationship. It was always bound to be that way.
She must have misunderstood him, thinking he loved her when he never did. Her imagination was wild, so they say. She must have been so used to the attention that she forgot the real reason she was here.
It was because of a mere promise.
A promise she couldn't remember. Amy clenched her fists by her sides, trying so hard to keep the tears in. It hurt
