When Love Turns Into Hatred
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  • Reads 3,749
  • Votes 14
  • Parts 5
  • Time 31m
Ongoing, First published Sep 01, 2024
Rose Edwards took thirteen years transforming herself into Judson Roach's preferred kind, but it never crossed her mind that he had feelings for someone else.

Upon this realization, she began living solely for herself. She embarked on a carefree and marvelous journey of life.

Judson, who had never cared about her before, deeply regretted his choices and yearned to have her back. "Rose, I beg you, please grant me another opportunity," he pleaded.

Rose chuckled and said slowly, "Mr. Roach, since when did you transform into the very man you despise?"
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"It's like . . . you know how at the end of summer camp or college everyone packs all their stuff up and drives off before you so they can go home and reunite with family, and the whole camp is empty and you're standing in the middle of your vacant dorm because your ride isn't here yet?" ". . . Yeah?" "It's like that. Immortality is being left behind at camp alone, and you don't know why." She couldn't remember her name. Didn't really matter, plenty of substitutes available. They almost numbered the amount of years she'd been in this world. Luckily for her, there was one reason she was still here, and as soon as she figured out what the hell it was she could fix it and move on. He remembered her. And what she looked like, how she took her coffee, everything. He couldn't get her out of his head. She was his muse, a glimpse into the impossible where he may finally have something to write about. But what happens when inspiration turns into love, especially with someone who is unable to reciprocate it? Does tragedy or intimacy await them? What is destiny, really?