Evil

She had never wanted him in her life. And yet, somehow, he was always there. Perhaps it was because he liked to be around. But her eyes were always searching, for something more exquisite, something that glittered and shone.

And then he wanted to shine. To wear the intellect halo. So the passers by could notice.

She was too busy to notice. The light shone into her eyes, and she made it seem like it hurt. She turned away, into the dark.

He took her everywhere. He did all that she would have ever wanted him to do. She smiled, and let him take her in his arms, and when it got sticky, she would scoff at him, and move away.

People told him not to care. People are vulnerable. After all, the evil is always warded off.

She stood there like she would never move again. She was evil. Standing tall, smiling, at her own defeat. She was evil, who turned love into hate. She was evil, who did not care.

She saw him walk away, with his intellect halo and his individuality. That which had come from her, the evil. She smiled.

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