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I hate him.
He doesn't deserve anything he has.
Yet he still has the nerve to smirk at us all like he earned it all.
He doesn't know how hard it is to wake up in the morning every day of our lives.
He doesn't know how dangerous this world really is.
His arrogance would have gotten him killed long ago, if it weren't for his father.
I hate him.
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𝕳𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘
RomanceHis hand rested right where she had taught him to always aim for in battle. Right where a warm, rhythmic pulse should be thrumming beneath his fingers. Never had the feeling of realisation hurt more than in that moment. She was heartless.
