One Way

prologue

One month after...

        Love's a one-way road, and god knows I've tried, but you can never come back.

        You were my fatal flaw. I thought you were the light in the darkness, but you're simply a fraud. You were like fire—I got too close and in turn, I got burnt. But you aren't worthy. You aren't worthy of being fire—fire is an element, it has a type of importance. You aren't worthy, you aren't something that is worth me being burnt. Remember that.

        I tried, you know, I really dud. Everything I wanted—everything that could have happened—was all thrown to the dust. When I found you, my love was strong. But yours, I'm not sure if it was lust?

        Who was I to you? I wonder. I cannot help but wonder of what we could have been and what we should have been and what we were. Words didn't need to be exchanged with us, you had said. Actions, actions were the determinants of life. If that was so, then what did that make us?

        When we touched, we never touched. We were hands over each other's bodies, but it was too fast, too ugly... You always left. You never stayed. You needed it quick, you needed it now. And whenever he asked, I couldn't resist. Why did I give in when I knew it would never last?

        We were on the path of destruction, side-by-side, but I felt like we never collided. Maybe it was because we never touched. Maybe it was because I was always reaching out to you, but you never reached back.

        I thought that I knew what I was doing. But what you gave me, it was too much. I thought that I could take it, but maybe I could not.

        You were illegal. I was willing to do anything for you. I had multiple allegations, all because of you. And all the times that I ended up crying because you treated me like a silly little girl, it should have served as precedent. But I threw precedent to the wind, like always. Why did you make me do that?

        "I love you," I had once said. Little did I realize that what you would do was enough for me to realize the truth behind you. Because, in reality, I always hated you.

        Because the line between love and hate are very indistinguishable.