In her dictionary, love does not exist. Because loving is like holding a knife. It gives you power and it ruins you the next.

"And the one who falls in love first hurts the most," she reminds.

He inched closer causing her breathing to cease for a moment.

She knew he was testing her limits.

He was playing with her. He had always been.

She merely stared, wishing her heart did not just react.

He smirked and slowly, he leaned down and captured her lips.

She lost.

She had fallen.

In love, or rather into his trap.