Hate Me If You Can 소설 & 이야기

From hate to love. ~THE END~

Hate. “Wait!”

"Why do you treat me like this? If you don't like me, why give me hope? Why touch me? I hate you, I really hate you...!" ***

Her brown eyes met mine and her smile slowly disappeared. She hated me because I was a monster that had hurt her despite that she was innocent. I had vented out all my anger and frustrations on her. I plugged my earphones and played my favorite lyrics. Maybe they would help me clear my thoughts. Hate me, hate me, still tryna replace me Chase me, chase me, tell me how you hate me Erase me, 'rase me, wish you never dated me Lies, tell me lies, baby, tell me how you hate me

Is that why it hurts so much I hate him I hate him with all my strength

The thing I had been carrying since I stood in my kitchen and watched my sister's face when I stepped away from her. I looked away from him. "Aria look at me," he said. "I can't right now," I said. "Why?" I was quiet for a moment. The café was warm around us. Low lights. The quiet conversation of other people at other tables having their own Thursday evenings. The ordinary comfortable sounds of a place that had nothing to do with any of this. "Because when I look at you I see everything she took from you," I said. "And I look just enough like her to make me hate my own face right now."

“It’s their insurance policy, a failsafe that activates if any of their projects go rogue.” “Like me,” she whispered. “Yes.” “And if they trigger it?” she asked back. He met her eyes. “You die.” The air seemed to thin between them. Evelyn stepped back, her voice trembling. “So I’m a weapon with an off switch.” Alexander’s jaw tightened. “You’re not a weapon anymore.” She laughed bitterly. “Tell that to the people who built me.” He grabbed her wrist, forcing her to meet his gaze. “You are not what they made you to be, Evelyn. Do you understand me?”

“Aw, dad, I understand Julian had bruised your ego so greatly after sleeping with the love of your life and getting your daughter pregnant." Mr. Parker bristled in anger. “SANDRA!" She smirked. “Isn't it funny. I'm enjoying my hatred so much more than I ever enjoyed love. Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you can use. Sculpt. Wield. It's hard, or soft, however you need it. Love humiliates you, but hatred... hatred cradles you.”