Reasons I hate you, Beca Mitchell.

I hate you because from that first moment when we met at the activities fair you took my breath away, I've been trying to catch it every day since.

I hate you because when you walk in a room my eyes can't look away.

I hate you because when you could seem to get the moves right you let me help you in the gym with everyone there to see.

I hate you because when I touched you, your skin burned my fingertips they never stopped burning.

I hate you because I can't listen to titanium without thinking of you in that shower.

I hate you because you're hair always looked perfect, even when you first woke up.

I hate you because everything about you was always perfect.

I hate you because you were perfectly broken, but cracked enough for me to fix. I hate you because you managed to fix me too.

I hate you for not being more closed off. I hate you because you were in my reach.

I hate you because you walked away from the Bella's, you walked away from me.

I hate you because you left. I hate you because you came back. I hate you because you got through to Aubrey and made her see. I hate you because you sang to Jesse and not me.

I hate you because you kissed him after our finals.

I hate you because you missed my graduation.

I hate you because you saw the tears in my eyes when I didn't want you to. I hate you because you broke up with Jesse. I hate you because you hugged me and held my hand when I watched the Castle season finale. I hate you because you didn't judge me for it.

I hate you because you were there.

I hate you because you made me feel alive, even when I felt dead inside.

I hate you because you kissed me. I hate you because you saw me not loving you. I hate you because you finally saw me.

I hate you because you left me. I hate you because had to be the hero, stubborn as you were. I hate you because you dived in front of that bullet for me. I hate you because you're last words were "I love you, Chloe". I hate you because you were only 35.

I hate you, Beca Mitchell because now you're not here. I hate you because I only got to love you for 17 years.

"Mum, we have to go" A voice echoed through the study like room.

"Coming, honey" she called back with a small smile and put her pen down on the diary for the last line.

I hate you because now you're gone and I'm still here. Most of all I hate you because I could never hate you.

Sorry in a depressing mood...fluff will be next.

~Lara Knight