HIM
I hate her.
I hate the light in her eyes, the warmth of her skin. I hate the way the edge of her lips tugs up whenever our eyes meet. I hate the fact that she's not mine.
HER
I hate him.
I hate his cold, calculating eyes whenever he sees me. I hate the indifference in his gaze whenever it meets mine. I hate how I can't seem to think about anything else when I'm around him.
HIM
But I can't have her.
HER
And I can't have him.
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Author's Note: This is a temporary prologue until I finished rewriting a different one. This prologue was a random blurb I made in one night, and where most of my ideas are founded. A new prologue is on the works!
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