I hate you I

Cantilena was furious: as soon as they were together again, M. Philippe lost himself again, head upside down, while hypnotically contempling the mirror of infinity. No way to get him off it. I hate you! I hate you! I want to kill you! did she scream several times. But her voice, quivering too much, was dying inside her throat. The silence was the only reply. So, she took her book "Botany of love" and, with this inner anger that chocked her, systematically, one after another, she tore all the pages. Once, she loved that book so much, loved it with such insane passion that she didn’t notice she was wasting her time on learning the latin names of the flowers and plants. The name of her favorit plant was "Convolvulus arvensis"... Soon enough, there will be nothing left. Everything will be dry and dusty, or drown in frozen water. Now, only matters the time when she won’t love anything at all and will waste her time elsewhere.