Annette turns to him. Her eyes are tired but not closed. “Then don’t be. But not for me. For you.”
“I pretend not to care,” he says, voice low. “But I read your article. You believe people can be better. I want to know what that feels like.” cruel intentions -1999-
They begin meeting secretly—walking through Central Park in the gray November drizzle, sharing hot chocolate, talking about God and art and fear. Sebastian is brilliant at this: he gives her just enough vulnerability to trust him, just enough mystery to chase him. Annette turns to him
Kathryn is exposed. Not just for the lie, but for years of manipulation, blackmail, and cruelty. She is expelled. Her trust fund is frozen. Her friends scatter like roaches in light. But not for me
He finds her on the Brooklyn Bridge, watching the East River. It is Christmas Eve. Snow falls.