Katekyo Hitman Reborn: The Mirror Hell of Life and Death

She did not want to explain her feelings for that person, because she could not find the right words to describe how twisted they were. It was like a thorn that had no place in her heart, making her crave that painful feeling of being alive. The distortion was strangely delightful. Fortunately, he was not light, she thought. That, too, was a kind of luck.