V hated that purple thing.
She hated her so fucking much.
She was so annoying, always so edgy and rude.
Unruly and ruthless.
A renegade, a rebel.
How could she possibly have fallen for that thing?
It was unreasonable. Every time she woke up from a dream, that stupid purple-headed, purple-eyed drone was always in it.
What about him?
She thought she loved him, not her.
Hell, he was her first love.
The huge difference between him and her was apparent, yet V chose to fall harder for the drone that chained her down?
The drone that kept her isolated and locked up in this pod?
The same drone that blew her leader into smithereens?
The exact drone that annoyed her to death?
...
How did she do it?
How did she get V; a psychotic and uncaring Disassembly drone, to fall for her so easily?
It
was
absurd.
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Fanfiction'' Dislike grows into hate, hate grows into despite. - - - Despite turns into interest, interest turns into curiosity. - - - Curiosity develops into intrigue, intrigue develops into.. infatuation. - - - Infatuation becomes love, and love becomes...
