Looking back, if she had not been blinded by love, perhaps things might have been different, but, love tints the lenses of the eyes until it is rose-coloured. There had been so many instances where, during their interactions, he seemed a bit too intuitive. It had been almost as though he already knew her story, but she had been too blinded by love to notice. Too deep into his web to even struggle. It was akin to offering herself up to a spirit beast on a platter, because in the end, love is blind and lovers cannot see.