He has one sinister secret. She wonders why she has to be the one to stumble across their filthy redezvous. His secret made her feel ugly inside, she knew she'd never be the same again...

In the speed of a lightning, her delicate view of life's daintiness has been changed. Changed by a few hideous words. Words she used to cherished. Those beautiful words that once upon a time evoked the sweet tingling sensation in her stomach, now sounded hollow and spiteful to her ears.

With tears shrouding her eyes, she spat out the words forcefully, with such vengeance that it surprised herself.. I....L-LL-LOVE Y-YYOU.. I Love Youu..I ....loooovee...yyyoooouuuu... She wailed like a wounded animal. The sound was pitiful; yet simultaneously it sounded eerie. Minutes passed by. The wail became much louder, that even her darling pussycat scuttled clumsily across the room-to get away from the sudden weirdness that overcame it's mistress.

All of a sudden, the wailing stopped. She sat up rigid in her bed, intensely looking at the cat scratching at the locked door..staring without really seeing it. Her eyes then travelled the length of the beautifully decorated wall, finally settling at the open jar of freshly baked cookies; on the glassy surface of the rounded table. There are hundreds and hundreds of ants crawling all over it. Her mind pondered the scene. A cookie; in the state of freshness and sweetness is always deemed attractive by the ants. But when the sweetness is gone, they'd walk away to find another fresh cookie..And man are just like the ants...

Something clicked in her head right then. The wicked gleam in her eyes was eerie.

Without warning, she jumped out of bed. Walking tenaciously towards the desk, then stopping abruptly right at the spots where the hundreds of ants gathered, she stared down cruelly at the lot. Suddenly she became like a possessed woman.

Banging down her hands hard on the table, she became obsessed with killing the ants. Killing them with her bare fingers. The ants scrambled all over the place, trying to escape the deathly blow from this hyterical woman. She pounded harder and harder, until at once the glass shattered with a piercing noise. Tiny shards of broken glass rained down on her. Standing like a statue, she watched the blood trickling down her pale hands. Instinctively, she let out a low, mournful whimper...

After what seemed like eternity, she turned her heads slowly until her eyes met those of her darling puss. It was cowering against the door, simpering in a tiny, terrified voice. D sound was pitiful, yet she found it to be the most beautiful music she's ever heard in her entire life.

It was then that the look of triumphant glee spread over her beautiful face.