It was like I was drowning in a pool of feelings. She was the spawn of satin, and I hated her the moment I met her. I didn't hate her because of something she had done to me, I just hated her because of the thought that she was related to the one woman I hated. But hating her wasn't what I wanted. Names were just names, words were just words, and parents were just parents, according to me. But feelings, like the feelings I was trying to fight weren't just feelings. No, they were something more, I just didn't want to face them. The word that made my stomach twist and my mind race, the word I thought of only when I looked at her. No, it wasn't hate, it was more complicated than that. The word that popped into my mind whenever I saw her smile or laugh was simple. It was love.
