He arrived at Daniel’s, pressing himself up against the door as he knocked, as if the hood over his head wouldn’t hide his identity enough. When Daniel answered, Card gave him a genuine but tired smile. “Hey Dan,” he said, shuffling his feet into the ground for a moment, “big ask but...can I crash here for a couple nights?”

At some point he’d sent a message to Daniel, the last person he’d seen today and therefore the first person he’d thought of when wanting someone to join him. The two got on well enough so it wouldn’t be weird for him to join for a drink. Even if Cardelle was on his third.

He ushered the other to the booth with a small smile on his face. “I didn’t know what you were drinking so I ordered you the same as me,” he slid the beer bottle across the table to him. “This one’s on me...as thanks for sticking around earlier today.”

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Hate. They weren’t lying when they said hate was the strongest word. More than love, more than any term of adoration. Love, you could disbelieve. Hate had to come from the deepest, darkest place in the heart. And for it to claw its way out, ugly and raw, there was no way it couldn’t be true. But the more sickening realization--the one that tore this girl’s gut to shreds--was that his love, too, had to be true. For wasn’t hate just love, inverted? Upside down and backwards? Could you hate someone you never loved? No, it had to be the same love, just bruised and ruined. Hurt and betrayed. Dismembered; just looking for a sweet release.

He hated her. It had to be true. And it was her that did it. But her eyes, sad and glossy with tears, couldn’t tear away from his. What would she do, he asks. Would her heart still beat in her hollow chest? Would her lungs still gasp for air? The truth is, yes. Nothing would cease. And nothing would change. Except for, perhaps, her desire. Her will. Is a person still a person without those things? She didn’t know. Could she still be herself without him? She didn’t think so. 

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