He hates everything about her.
He hates the way her beautiful, bright eyes
dance whenever she hears a laugh;
her happiness makes his heart hurt.
When she's happy, so is he.
He hates the way her discreet smile
brings smiles to others; it's so small, but obvious.
It's too hard to miss such an enchanting expression.
The way she'll gladly answer any question,
save certain details about her past infuriates him;
he wants to know more. He wants to know
what secrets she refuses to tell anyone,
save the very few who are lucky enough to be freely told,
and most often without question.
Lucky them.
