I hate him.
I loved him.
Now, I hate him. I hate him with all my heart.
He lied to me. And I believed him.
He tricked me. And I fell for it.
He betrayed me. And I didn't see it.
I hate him. I hate him with all my heart.
He told me stories have a happy ending. And I believed him.
Happy ever after was a lie. He turned on me on my moment of happiness.
He nearly hurt my friends.
He Betrayed me.
And paid for it.
The best substitute for happiness is revenge. He will suffer. As much pain as I can inflict on him.
I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him.
Had I loved him? Yes, I suppose so. Why did I? He was a fairy tale that promised the happy ending. I was the maiden on top the tower and he, the knight.
I hate him.
Purple is the lightest shade of black. It suits me just fine.
But, I craved for white.
I still do.
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Ok. Mediocre, I know. This little ficcy will be collection of oneshots of every major, minor and wacko pairing in existence. What will I do next? Tell me in the Review.