"YOU ENJOY 'feelings,' don't you?" Neoma asked the Ancient Devil while leaning against the chair, crossing her arms over her chest. "That's exactly why I don't think you'd be able to handle heartbreak."
"You're cruel, Princess Neoma," the Ancient Devil complained. "You're already assuming that I'll have my heart broken."
"Once I fake my feelings for you, you'll only realize that you can never win me over. I can already see you losing your mind from pain, loneliness, and anger. You're the type who has to get what he wants, so I bet you won't be satisfied with an unrequited love. You'll do everything just to own me, which will bring you despair because it won't happen— not in this lifetime, not in the next. Before you know it, you've already lost your mind."
"Now you're just cursing me. How do you explain heartbreak that well, Princess Neoma?"
"Well, I've been heartbroken once."
Rubin Drayton, Neoma's first love, had broken her heart in the past.
