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But I was stunned for a moment. I saw the tattoo on the side of his thigh. My name was written on it. And under my name there is a heart. Written on the heart. 'My Girl'. My eyes watered. "Kier…" "I love you, Fatima. I have always loved you. But I used to think that you couldn't love me because you hate me so much. I'm sorry." "Who wouldn't be angry with you? You insult me ​​every day for being obese."

I sighed. Ace had been cold to me the entire week. More work, less sleep and this week has been one of the most stressful weeks of my life. I knew this was because of what I said back at my flat. I regretted it because honestly I can’t hate Ace anymore. My feelings towards him were growing intense and I couldn’t take it anymore. I tried convincing myself that I should hate Ace for overworking me and making me like him in the process. How can I be attracted to someone who acts so cruel towards me? I kept questioning my emotions. Maybe I should see a psychologist for that.

He talked about love and how much love can heal a broken mind and soul , stating that if you must love then you must forget all the pains in your heart. "The love you hated could be your perfect love. The love I hated saved me and has mended my heart for good", Harry said in his speech.

Once I was comfortable in bed, I hit on the video that Karen uploaded a few minutes ago, scowling the moment her irritating voice echoed into my ears. "Good morning, boos! Last night was lit, wasn't it!" Karen said with a fake ass smile that made me want to barf. Frustrated with the video already, I skipped through a few seconds and then stop. "Oh, congratulations, Jeremy. Yesterday, you went through your first transformation at age fourteen. Good for you! At least, we all now know that you are not wolfless!" Is it possible to hate someone more than you already do? Because the more I stare at Karen and listen to her lousy voice, my hate for her just keeps expanding.

It made me look back at him with a hard glint. What a great way of saying he despises me. He had never given me a happy birthday card on my birthday forget about it he had never even wished me a happy birthday. What else would confirm that he hates me the most? Why is he even putting much of his effort into showing me his hate? I know very well that he hates me and it will remain the same till the end on both sides. And now I don't care about it as it doesn't affect me in any way. Ava looked from me to him seeing our cold hate war going on through our eyes. Feeling her gaze I broke our stare and looked at her.

I continued, baring my thoughts, "Also, I understand your dislike towards me and my people; it is justified. Ordinarily, I do not care about such feelings when it comes to others but you are different. You are Ellen's grandmother and I do not want you to hate me. I'm not asking you to get rid of your past or brush off what my father did to you but for Ellen's sake, I hope you can try not to hate me too much. From what I've heard, my personality sucks, and you might hate me more if you try to like me for me, so don't do that; just do it for Ellen. We will spend the rest of our lives together, and with the thick hate hanging between us, it could get a bit uncomfortable for her later on. I know

“No. You’re a prick. A self-righteous prick who thinks he is a king, when in reality, you’re nothing but a sad man who can’t love and can’t let go of the anger that’s eating him up inside.” My words are laced with so much hate. I feel like I am trying to make myself like him less as if saying the words aloud will make him less appealing to my body and to my heart.

“Tell me again how much you hate me. Go on. Convince yourself.” “God, I hate you,” I whispered into the empty room, my voice shaking, breaking on the words as if they were glass shards in my mouth. “I hate you so much.” I rocked forward slightly, hugging my knees tighter to my chest, trying to make myself smaller, invisible. But the words felt hollow, even to me. Because beneath the hatred, there was something else—something dark and twisted that I couldn’t name, couldn’t admit. It was like a poison seeping into my veins, slow and insidious, making my skin flush anew just thinking about it.

“I don’t exactly enjoy sharing a couch with the man I spent years hating.” His brow lifted slightly. “Hating? Past tense? That’s interesting. What changed?” I forced myself not to look away. “Hatred’s a luxury I can’t afford anymore. It’s exhausting. And with everything I have to deal with right now, there’s no room left in me to hate you. So I decided to forget you ever existed. Unfortunately, you didn’t return the favor.” He gave a slow, exaggerated sigh. “I’m almost offended.” I didn’t believe that for a second.

I fall at least three times every week on my company's stairs. "Do you need help, Clumsy Nancy?" "Fuck off, Ric!" I hate Alaric, I really hate him. We've been working together for seven years now, but we've never had a real conversation. We hate each other, and we take advantage of each other in negative situations like this. Everyone calls me Nancy, they say I remind them of their childhood show, 'Fancy Nancy'. Ric calls me 'Clumsy Nancy' or 'Clums'. We argue a lot, way too much for normal human beings, and I always get pissed first. Honestly, most times he wins the argument, and I hate him more for it. But at least, I get the most love at work and he gets the opposite due to his offensive,