Sometimes you're the only thing Lux knows. Find him with smudged eyeslig with the night grow cold. After the non-nice breakup, begged and pleaded with him to stay

How many times have you exhausted mentally of his? and then come back and blame your 'psychotic depression'. Now you look like a stranger in his bed

"Don't know if you love me or you want me to death." Lux whispered, little by little wiping the wet towel on your hand, fainting from high fever. His eyes now ranged between concern, love, fatigue and hatred

Lux was really exhausted from this love...

Can't tell the difference anymore, both love and hate you. Apologize? All your little lies give him a thrill. Don't even dare look into your intelligent eyes, because all of that is just a lie.