She hated how he always gave her that friendly, confident smile of his, like they were friends and he's willing to put up with her silence and general indifference. She hated how he always managed to fill in the conversation; how he'd make up for the seemingly lack of colour in her life. She hated how he seemed so perfect in every way, that she couldn't find any reason to hate him at all.
She hated how he'd always make her feel so special, how he was always kind to her for no reason. She hated how his face was always the last one on her mind before she slept at night.
What she hated most, however, was the fact that day after day it's becoming less of a burden to return his smiles back.
For a moment, she was unsure about what she was really mad about. Then she realized that perhaps it's because all this was just too good to be true; that, sooner or later, he'd evaporate just like all the good things in her life.
