Fetching my glance, Oliver's voice gradually softens, "Remember our first kiss in the library?" he tenderly smiles while he recalls, "That took away my breath for one whole night. I'd even smile at myself like a fool every time I think of it…"
A memory with me in it makes him smile like a fool, he said…
Even after disclosing that everything Oliver said to me may all just be a lie, that everything he did for me in the past may just be a tactic he used to lure me into a physical relationship with him that gratifies him… Those memories we shared still seem so precious to me.
Why am I so pathetic? Why am I still cherishing all those captivating memories he gave me? Why is Oliver so dastardly? Why is he still making fun of me even after he sees me hurt?
"Seeing me messed up by your lies makes you feel so glad, doesn't it?" my voice finally breaks when I yell at him, "What did I do to deserve this!? Why are you doing this to me!?"
