590: HE'S WEAK! NO, HE'S NOT

ARIEL'S POV "Oh, Ariel," Daria scoffed, with the both of us still glaring at each other. "You're so delightfully naïve. Do you really think that love is some noble, sacred thing? Love is a weapon, a tool to be used and wielded. And I will use it to my advantage, just as I have done so many times before." My blood boiled each second. "You're a disgrace to the very concept. Love is not a weapon; it's a promise." "A promise?" Daria laughed again. "What a romantic notion. A promise implies commitment, something I doubt you're even capable of comprehending. Your 'love' is nothing but a shallow, selfish thing, easily swayed by the slightest breeze. "But I? I understand the true nature of love. I know how to wield it with precision, like a scalpel, carving out exactly what I need from those around me. And right now, I need Luke." Her words were like a slap in the face, the callousness of her approach to love and relationships leaving me speechless for a moment. But I would not be cowed b