It was hate at first sight: the burning kind. So heavy. Nearly overwhelming. So hot. The kind of hate that melts hearts. Boils brains. Over time, it only grew stronger--and never, ever would it dull. Ever.
They married. Naturally.
And hated every moment of it.
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Short Stories And Stuff
Short StoryReally short stories and stuff. But mostly stuff. So far: - Stuff I was tagged in - Stuff I wrote for school - Stuff that's way too old - Attempted poetry - Stuff that has no place anywhere else (Cover by @benjammies!)
