"you won't cooperate?"
"no."
she groaned. "well, can you atleast tell me about this 'taste of poison'?"
"you know when you've been smoking a cigarette for a while and you just get used to the fumes rushing through your lungs?"
"sure..."
"well, when i was with him, he was the fumes that were filling my lungs and veins."
"and what does poison have to do with this?"
"when you were younger, your parents would always say 'don't smoke, it's bad for you' or that it'll kill you.
well, jonathan is bad for me and i know at any moment of being with him, i could get hurt and die...
or he could hurt me and i could kill myself
but i'm not one to listen."
