In the darkness, he kissed my lips. I saw his face, the same as mine, with bewitching, narrow golden eyes and tousled, dark green hair.
His purple lips, as if smeared with poison, gnawed at mine. Bitterness filled my mouth, slowly giving way to the coppery taste of blood. It was as though I had bitten through his lip, because I hated the lingering clarity in his eyes. Creatures like us should never possess such a thing.
He smiled and licked his lips. “I knew you’d do that.”
I really hate him.
