Oh, sweet living thing! From the moment, I laid eyes on you, I knew your cup runneth over. I knew you had health, love, ambition and vigor to spare. Intoxicated by your vitality, I began speaking my sweet nothings in your ear. Whispering gentle lies of love and adoration. You must know now that you were a fool. Stupid, sullen girl, too eager to be loved to catch me dipping vial after vial in your cup; stealing the marrow out of your bones. And you know, you were the one who invited me in. From the first meaningless kiss, I knew I had you fully in my grasp and you would be mine to do with as I pleased. Testing the waters, I 'accidentally' burrowed under your clothes, spreading my incurable sicknesses. How easy you made it for me! Pitiful in the name of mercy and forgiveness, you let me have my way with you. Of course, you must know I never planned on staying. Those years spent drunk off your flesh and blood were simply a gratuity, a sweet little gift to myself. It took you ages to finally figure out I had poisoned you. Whenever I think of you crying and shaking your fists I still can't help but to laugh. You acted as though you weren't the one who gave everything to me, as though you didn't allow yourself to be marred. As if you weren't asking for it, flaunting your beating heart unguarded that fateful day we met! Idiot girl. I was told you plead that some Higher Power would be merciful instead of allowing you to continue living with your sickness. Pathetic. If I ever need you again, you know where to find me!