Drug
Aaron Moore was not a romantic. He was a practical man who had no illusions about everlasting love or any of the sentimental rubbish one found in books. There was nothing he would do for love -- and there was nothing he wanted in return. If anyone had declared to him that they would do whatever for his sake, he would take that as a sign that he should make himself as scarce as possible, as soon as possible.
It took him a long time to understand the strange emotions he felt in relation to Karen Brown.
It was not that the day seemed somehow brighter or world somehow richer when she was about. In general fact, the world seemed much the same. But when they parted -- oh, when they parted, then the world would turn grey and drab, and he would retreat into sullen sulkiness until the world righted itself again. She was a drug, he thought, an insidious drug whose sole effect was the creation of a dependance....
If that was the nature of romantic love, it was just as well that he'd never sought it out. But now that he was skirting on the edge of addiction, there had to be something he could do to stop it ... something that didn't distance him from her....
It took him a long time to understand the strange emotions he felt in relation to Karen Brown.
It was not that the day seemed somehow brighter or world somehow richer when she was about. In general fact, the world seemed much the same. But when they parted -- oh, when they parted, then the world would turn grey and drab, and he would retreat into sullen sulkiness until the world righted itself again. She was a drug, he thought, an insidious drug whose sole effect was the creation of a dependance....
If that was the nature of romantic love, it was just as well that he'd never sought it out. But now that he was skirting on the edge of addiction, there had to be something he could do to stop it ... something that didn't distance him from her....