Does she know everything that I will do? Or do I know everything that she will do? Both? Neither?
Where was the dividing line between the monster and the fool, I asked myself?
In thought? Deed? Motive? Whim?
That ridiculous mock devil form she had, or whatever exactly she was, she represented something else that in all her boasting and self aggrandizing, she failed to mention. That is to say, what she truly was to me.
A chain and lode stone around my neck, one that only I could see. A stain on my soul, eating me away from the inside. A representation of my own self loathing and confusion, like a writer's block.
No matter what was learned from this, if anything, I knew I needed to be rid of her, once and for all. I needed to be free of 'Kara'.
"ThErE iS nO fUtUrE fOr YoU, kARoLiNa."
"There is no future with you, Kara."