"Is it terrible?" Davon asks, raking a hand through his hair, "I think it's the perfect medicine for you.""How can you say that?" Kimberly shouts, eyes wide with hysteria, "Do you know what you've done?""Of course I do," his voice rings with mirth, "I concocted the potion, remember?""Why would you do this to me? You-you monster!" fresh tears make their escape, rushing down her face only to fall to the grey carpet below. My stomach twists in sympathy. I don't need to be told what happened, I've already figured it out."To help you, just as you asked," the innocent expression he's donned further sours my own. I don't see how what's done constitutes helping in any way."How is this helping?" She spits the question, which mirrors my own.“You’ll fear those ‘negative’ thoughts for the rest of your life. You’ll force yourself away from them, terrified that they’ll spill into your waking life,” he tilts his head, his eyes dulled with boredom, “Am I wrong?”“Well… no,” she steps closer, “B
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