"She's right here, but your over-imaginative mind has warped the image," I told him with all the spite I had in my body.

"I'm your friend, Mia. I can see that you are slipping. He has you. Don't you see it? He's taking you away from me—from who you are. He's doing this on purpose. You know it! You've always known it."

"This decision has nothing to do with it, Jake. I am preserving my life. I know what will happen in the end. I can see it flas.h.i.+ng in front of my eyes every time I close my eyes. I can't sleep because of the fear of dying... the fear of turning into fodder for weeds to grow in scared me. I can kill an army and sleep without a wink of guilt, but I cannot do that with the fear that I now have embedded in my system. I need to get rid of it. I need to purify myself and burn all signs of weakness. This fear is my weakness. I must stop it from infesting all over me. I want to live."

"There are other ways."

"I don't think so. I don't want it any other way." I confessed.

"You're in love with him," his strangled whisper made me want to reach out and put my hands over his mouth to stop him from saying anything else.

I hissed as he removed my hand and then just stared at me.

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