Maybe it would have been easier if the demon killed me. At least then I wouldn’t be in this weird in-between stage with Cassius. He knew I loved him. With the way Cassius looked at me after his dad said it, there’s no way in hell he didn’t know. I mean, I didn’t say the words (thanks a lot Mr. Corbin — Dr. Corbin?), but I didn’t deny it either. So I guess I couldn’t blame Cassius for not, exactly, saying the words either. I think I love you. It was still better than the alternative, which was him screaming how much he hated me all the time.
