The Fine Line Between Hate & Love (Being re-written)

Chapter Nine

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I park the car.

My hands shaking. My breath shaking. Everything shaking.

I get out, slowly.

His back was to me.

He didn't move.

But he knew I was here. I new he did.

I hold onto the car, not knowing if I could stand without support.

My chest squeezed in pain.

It was him.

There was no denying it.

I prayed for it to be a dream.

But it wasn't.

I step away from the car, slamming the door.

I bend my fingers in, creating a fist.

We came.

Our promise kept.

My body was so conflicted.

I want to kill him. Drive my black through his chest over and over and over again.

But another part of me, wanted to run into his arm, and sob into his shoulder.

I guess.

This is the fine line.

Between hate and love.

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"I didn't think you'd come."

He keeps his back to me, which... I'm thankful for.

"I-" My mouth hangs open, but no words come out.

And for some reason, I felt I couldn't describe it any better. What could I possibly say in this moment that would be alright... This wasn't alright.

We could possibly be the first people to have mates in over forty years, and we could possibly be the last till the end of time. We were chosen to be together in the most sacred/beautiful way possible for two people. We were the perfect fitting missing pieces to each others puzzles.

And yet...

I grab the handle of my car, opening it.

I couldn't do this. Not like this.

The moment will never be right, not unless he stop his monstrous acts.

But I know he won't.

I start in, when he speaks again.

"I want to apologize." He turns toward me, our eyes locking. "I think you can understand that I do not usually ever feel sympathetic for any of the actions I take."

With his hands in his pockets, he steps toward me. But I narrow my eyes warning him not to get any closer, so he stops and huffs.

"But it's easy to say to you, that I have not stop thinking about the terrible things I have inflicted on you, I have not stopped grieving about what I did to you." His eyes are soft, and he's him again.