authorikroor
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Neither love nor hate had ever spared anyone. Neither had ever forgotten a name. Neither had ever needed a reason. Neither had ever known where the other ended.
Love and hate, when pushed to their most desperate edges, collapsed into one thing-yearning. Because yearning was never as simple as longing. It was a slow poison, the kind that ruined you quietly, beautifully, until abandonment felt like mercy and staying felt like sin.
Love and hate, when pushed to the point of questioning sanity, that questioning had a name-obsession. Because obsession was never as simple as wanting. It was a fast poison, the kind that blurred every line, until losing yourself felt like home and finding yourself felt like punishment.
Yearning and obsession never knocked to ask permission before entering. They were infamous for breaking in. And impossible to survive once they did.
୨ৎ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏: 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬 ୨ৎ