Denial.
Clark stood, eyes wide, unable to believe the truth he'd just uncovered.
What the hell was she thinking? She knew this wouldn't end well.
"What the hell are you doing? This isn't some fairy tale, Chloe. This isn't Beauty And The Beast. He's not some poor furry fuzzball who's been cursed. In the end, he's not gonna turn into some handsome prince. In fact, it's gonna be the exact opposite.
No matter how much you might care about Davis, deep down, underneath it all, he's just a beast. A monster.
You can't fix him.
You can't make him better.
You can't cure him.
In the end, that monster is going to come out, and kill us. Both of us. You, and me. Both of us."
He shook his head, pain reflecting in his bluish-green eyes.
"And if you don't understand that, don't believe it... then you're in denial, Chloe. You're in denial, and you need to wake up before it's too late."
What the hell was she thinking? She knew this wouldn't end well.
"What the hell are you doing? This isn't some fairy tale, Chloe. This isn't Beauty And The Beast. He's not some poor furry fuzzball who's been cursed. In the end, he's not gonna turn into some handsome prince. In fact, it's gonna be the exact opposite.
No matter how much you might care about Davis, deep down, underneath it all, he's just a beast. A monster.
You can't fix him.
You can't make him better.
You can't cure him.
In the end, that monster is going to come out, and kill us. Both of us. You, and me. Both of us."
He shook his head, pain reflecting in his bluish-green eyes.
"And if you don't understand that, don't believe it... then you're in denial, Chloe. You're in denial, and you need to wake up before it's too late."