Crossing the Line

In this world, some lines are never meant to be crossed.
The distance between a bully and his victim is one of them.
He was supposed to hate him, avoid him, and pray never to see him again.
Yet, through days of torment, that line began to blur-
Teasing turned into touch, hostility hid inside every breath,
and fear tangled itself with desire.
They both knew this wasn't love-or at least, it wasn't supposed to be.
But the moment the line was shattered,
there was no way back.