[ He was right about one thing, at least: this was simpler. Transposing all her strong positive feelings for him to hate would always be simpler than reaching for the apathy she so desperately wanted to feel. The betrayal was fresh, an open wound rife with salt, and with it came all the disgust over what only too recently she would have been happy to hear. She projected her shame of her own naivete onto him in that form. ]
No. It is NOT FINE. You killed people, turned on all of us. You're a monster, and there will NEVER be ANYTHING between us.
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No. It is NOT FINE. You killed people, turned on all of us. You're a monster, and there will NEVER be ANYTHING between us.
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