"I HATE YOU!" he screamed at her face without a moment of thought.
And as he screamed she stood there. Soaking in pain at the way his voice hit her.
"you hate me?" She questioned her voice barely a whisper.
Her face remain blank, but her eyes held the hurt.
He stood... only inches away from the woman he used to love.
"Yes." He said with guilt dripping over his lips.
There it was. The rage that she was trying to avoid. The tears that she refused to spill. They let go, and her control was no longer there. She had finally snapped.
"HATE ME THEN!" she cried. She fell to her knees. Sobbing. All these years of "I love you's" and it will end
In a desperate "I hate you."
He left. She stayed. He had a life. She had the bottle.
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Brutality
Short StoryLove is a terrible illness. Some say stronger than the strongest of plagues. It'll leave you soon enough, and when it does... you'll wish you were dead.
