Love on the 23rd Floor

I cheated. I left. No explanations, no closure-just silence that turned love into hatred. Years passed, and I thought I'd buried that chapter of my life for good. But fate clearly has other plans, because suddenly, there he was again... standing right in front of me with the same eyes I once loved, now burning with everything I broke.

He still hates me. I can feel it in every glance, every unspoken word. But the real question is-when the past comes crashing back, is hate enough to erase what we used to be? Or will the pain we caused each other be the very thing that ties us together again?