“I thought the scent of you was the only thing compelling me—luring me to obsess over you. But your scent is concealed from me now, and I still have these feelings—this inner dread at the thought of losing you, this ache, even when you’re near me, because you’re not close enough, because I need you—not your body, not only that, but more. I—I admire you, Louisa. I admire your confidence, your keen mind, your beautiful enthusiasm for everything, your courage in crisis. I long to be like you. I wish I could lose myself entirely in you.”
