The closer we get to tomorrow, the further I am moving from logic or reason. After all, what’s the difference in doing something reckless, like wanting my enemy’s son, when we’ll probably all die? I just wanted to feel. I wanted to feel something other than dread and fear and sorrow. Something that wasn’t worry or pain or guilt or hopelessness. I wanted to feel loved, and Ty said he loves me. I wanted to believe it. And then I wanted to feel it. With no regard for the consequences. Apparently, lust, like grief, can make you disregard the future.
