I don't know what about her dragged me in. It wasn't her beauty, or her subtlety - she wasn't subtle. Her crooked frame of mind, choleric nature, partiality to avoid all that is genial was addictive. Something that wasn't ordinary; I loved extraordinary.
A shadow lurked after her behind every corner, hostile it was, evil. Whispers told me to flee, I did what was contrary. At intervals, I felt the heat of the flame, but a moth is drawn towards it nonetheless. The fire had already burned me halfway when I realised my mistake. All exits had been closed. Too late, I lost - to her, and she to herself.