"I know I'll never be the same again if I take her into my heart. It may not be her fault, but her existence hurts me. I'm sick and tired of being hurt so much over the years. Why are you suddenly tempted to do the right thing instead of trying to save me? What's going on with all of you? I can't recognize you. I can't tell if you're human or monsters trying to ruin my life." I walked away from Pars and patted my sore arm. The moment I patted my arm with a grimace, everyone looked at my arm.
"Reverie…" Desiree said, not taking her eyes off my arm. "Your arm."
I frowned. "Yes, I know. My arm hurts a lot. And how did you know that?"
She couldn't take her eyes off my arm. "We need to do something now," she whispered, but I heard her.
"What?" I said, looking at my arm in surprise. My arm was pitch black, and the virus-like blackness was slowly spreading. "What's going on?"
