The Darkest Night
I asked, too curious not to ask.
“Sure. Whatever you want.” He shrugged, taking a mouthful of his drink, watching me curiously.
“Why were you always such a jerk to me? If you’ve liked me all this time, why were you always pushing me over when we were kids and being such an ass to me? You do know that I used to hate you, right?” I asked, raising my eyebrows, looking at him apologetically.
He laughed. “You know, there’s a thin line between love and hate. Maybe you loved me and didn’t realise,” he suggested, grinning. I smiled because that was exactly what I was thinking earlier.
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