'What difference does it make?! You wanted to use me, and I gave you all of me! I gave myself, everything that I was, over to you. I don't understand! Why does it matter that I'm Nikolas Bastiani or that I'm not human? I am Nikolas! NIKOLAS, that's it, and it makes no difference. Are the people who've hurt you better a person than I am? Or do I have to be human to be good enough?'-
A low sob broke out of her.
'And I'm sorry! I lied because I couldn't lose you, because I needed you in a way I couldn't explain. Viviana, I was afraid. Of what you would think of me if you knew I wasn't human. That this was who I am! Why won't you understand me? Why won't you have mercy on me?'
The wetness in her eyes broke, streaming down her face. She picked up the wet towel by the side and folded it, tossing it over her eyes to soak up her tears.
What are you crying for?
"Please stop."
