Sheepeater Cliff i say that love is fictional

He felt his teeth barely cut her skin- though in truth, he hadn't meant to do even that much. A simple graze would've been enough. Was it the poppy seeds? He didn't want to harm the girl, unphased as she seemed. Worry filled him slightly, though was shooed away as the air was knocked out of him by her slam. He stumbled, then fell to the ground, cheek meeting cold stone. And then she asked if he was ok- I'm alright, Lennie, he managed in a calm voice that was onky half-broken. Did she want to win? Did she want a real fight? If only he knew her better- it was his duty to fulfill a girl's wishes, but that duty's guidelines were difficult to pinpoint here. He struggled upward, feet unbalanced, and came for her once more, though he was begin to seem light in breath. It wouldn't take much to pin him at this point, and the drugs only served to further weaken his resolve.