The thin line of love and hate

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•KILLIAN •

"Because I love you," Brynn tells me, and I was stunned—stunned is an understatement. How could she still feel something for me after I had treated her like that, after I had made it possible for her to hate me?

And even after she had left my room,I was still quiet; different things and ideas had clouded my mind, and I walked back to take a bottle of wine from a small bridged locker, open it up, and douse the condiments straight from the bottle.

I remember how anxious I was when I was at the hospital, how the only thing I could think of even at that moment was Brynn, and how I caused an accident because of how much she filled my head.

But that was love; that couldn’t be love. What I felt was rage over the fact she was my enemy’s daughter; I couldn’t feel anything else, and I didn’t want to.

I had to find a way to get her off my mind, a distraction to make me think of anything else, because alcohol was hardly working these days.

And I hated the stench of limits from the