The hot water poured on me and the effect of alcohol had begun to fade. The way my day had went from bad to worse, if the trend kept, someone would be scraping me dead from some septic tank in its end. Right now I hated my gift and fate. It was like someone had taken away my free will. I might want to fall in love or sleep late, and god forbid my biggest problem be good grades, but ooh no not me i was in fucked up god/devil sandwich with sour Liam on the side. Iei for me. I had to pursue a thousand-year-old crystal with a man who, if not tied to me by fate, would pass me off as a road sign and I did not even have the right to decide when to die, I no I do not have a suicidal tendency. It would not be awful to die, another would inherit the gift that was not the problem,the problem was Liam would dye the same second in which I do. I had to be careful not only for myself, but for him too. I'm sure that being tied to me makes him bored at best. He is the type of person who is easily accepted everywhere, fits in and quickly rises to the leader of the group. On the other hand, I do not fit anywhere, not because I can not, in most cases, because I do not want to, I'm just a little strange, okay. I can not stand my stupid classmates who spend the breaks talking about shoes and dresses and all sorts of dumb topics and I do not find it worthwhile to join them but I'm not an outsider I have a lot of friends just not stupid people. I prefer to read books, my imagination, as well as that of Liam, does not create illusions so I can dream a bang. I love to reread "Chronicles of Narnia" or "Hobbit" or "Alice in Wonderland"makes me want to be a child. Even at one time I was madly in love with Prince Caspian, but anyway.

The water keeps pouring over me while chaotic thoughts go through my head, I'm already perfectly sober. I leave the cabin and wrap myself in a soft white cotton cloth. I open the door to the bathroom, and Liam sits on the wall opposite me. I start Looking into the ground, I have no power for more disputes today, i am officially drained of snark.

"Are you upset?"

- Yes. - he answers simply.

Uncomfortable silence for the win.

"Liam spit It"- I hate to sit and remain silent it is just not in my nature.

"Who did you sleep with? Where did you meet? Why did you tell us that everything was over? Do you still love him and why did not you stay together? Was it with him, for whom you wept for months? "He said all that in one breath.

Wonderful, the one topic I had avoided like the plegue all these years.

" No, I do not love him anymore. You do not know him and he will never cross his paths whit me again. Whatever has happened between us, and although there are still moments in which I miss him, I do not love him. That's enough, because I really do not want to talk about him. That boy is no longer part of my life.

- When you decide you will tell me more. Go dress we are going to Budapest.