Chapter 37 My mind has strained to rationalize the insanity behind my relationship with Arianna a couple thousand times. I’ve dissected the affinity into pieces, studied the madness and recklessness of it all, and still let myself spiral down the path that brought me to where I am tonight. It’s not just about love. Arianna’s like crack and I’m an addict. A hopeless, tormented addict who has told himself again and again that he has far more than what he deserves sitting at home and waiting with open arms. Yet, it’s the forbidden temptress whose covers I keep slipping back under.
Arianna’s always been an awe-inspiring sight. That silky, unblemished bronze skin and that long and straight black hair, with her striking, luminescent yellow eyes—a lethal combination of her half-Greek, half-Chine
