“It worked,” he said. “I forgot why I came to this city. Forgot the sound of her leaving. Forgot my own name for about an hour. It was… quiet.”
“What’s in there?” he asked, tapping the steel. love and other drugs
“I could,” Mara said. “But you came to me because you wanted to forget. Don’t confuse love with the need to suffer again.” “It worked,” he said
He looked at her—really looked—and she saw the question forming behind his eyes. If you really loved me, you’d let me hurt myself on my own terms. Forgot my own name for about an hour
“It’s never just pollen,” she replied, and slid a small glass vial across the counter. Inside, a liquid the color of a dying sunset. “Try this. One drop under the tongue. Tastes like burnt sugar and regret.”