No need? David could barely speak. Ah, the luxury of despising him while he still adores me… but not for a very, very long time. The chest of drawers was an altar, stained with light the colour of blood. How painful to be hated by someone I love.
She couldn't see properly; everything was spinning, blurred. There's no need to pretend, she said, unable to be either polite or hostile to him. Chance to talk in private, clear up one or two things. If I take too much… I'm not leaving you.
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