It was…fuck, it was her. Every piece and facet of her. They shone so brightly I couldn’t look away. The truth had always been there, waiting for its moment in the sun. It’d compelled me to invite her to Budapest even though I knew it was a bad idea, and it’d made me want to kill anyone who made her cry. But I’d never been able to put my finger on it until now. Fuck. Me. I wasn’t just infatuated with her. I—
