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But to fall in love does not mean to love. One can fall in love and still hate.
━━━━━ Fyodor Dostoyevsky
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Crazy. Psychotic. Boyfriend stealer.
Those were all words that were used to describe Nathalie Torres. She was the girl your parents warned you about. She played games. She lied. She manipulated people to get her way and she didn't care who she hurt along the way.
She figured maybe it was her parents who had made her that way, leaving her and her younger brother in the care of their older sister who had to work multiple jobs to support them.
Nathalie had a bad habit of blaming other people when it came to her problems. The thing about Nathalie was that she held grudges that she vowed she would take to her grave. Her biggest grudge was with none other than Eli Moskowitz. If you asked Nathalie, he was her mortal enemy.
Nathalie and Eli lived in a constant state of playing the blame game. They found it easier to blame each other for their problems than to accept that it was their own fault. No matter what they did to avoid each other, their paths always seemed to cross.
