I was living in an alternate world where once marked, the eyes turned red and the first to fall in love was you.

I was marked when drunk, my marker unknown to me, probably living a life of promiscuity. With this sudden life change, how could I hope for love when the one I liked would never look my way? Not in this lifetime or the next. 

He was dating my sister.

I've learned my lesson before multiple times, starting a new relationship, dating then breakup. They all ended in similar fashion, leaving me broken and alone. This was proven well by my rescuer who hated me just as much as I despised him.

Never will I ever love again.