His Nemesis, Her Heartbreak
I’d rather have him hating me to the point of wanting me dead than continuing to waste his life being obsessed with a woman who belonged to someone else.
Hate was something a person could get over. Hate was an emotion you could move away from, given enough time and distance. But obsession? It was like a drug. I knew that better than anyone. I had watched it destroy Max, and I had felt it simmering in my own blood for Damon. No matter how hard you tried to kick the habit, that obsession would burn just as strong four years later the moment you saw them again.
“So… I truly… held no chance then,” he scoffed, his head falling back against the pillow as he looked away toward the window again.
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