(If anyone reads this, thank you and hopefully its not cringe) He hated her, that was one thing he was sure about. he looked upon her and her mahogany hair that pair oh so horribly with her fair skin that his eyes had devoured like a starving man each time she came into his vision, or even his mind, which had happened on more than one upsetting occasion. He can't get rid of that women that seemed to torment his mind when unoccupied. God how he hated it, gods be damned for letting that devil be lifted by gods hand once upon a dawn.