The composition I needed to have was becoming rather difficult to maintain or keep up with as I looked at Anya and her eyes that looked like it was always glowing no matter if the light was shining on it or not.
I wanted to keep telling myself that I didn’t need, want her, nor even craved for her presence. She was just some human who ended up being paired up with me of some sort by some sick joke by the moon goddess. She wasn’t anything exemplary.
She was just ordinary. Her vast knowledge in the companies I had been in a close fight with on stocks could be learned online. Her mastery in five other languages besides english is also not that noteworthy as I know more than ten. She isn’t even that pretty.
I mean, sure she had such soft and supple perfectly tanned skin, her hair had no s
