The Thin Line Between Love and Hate
Prologue
He was always on her mind.
His name was forbidden to speak, and she refused to think it.
It was wrong. And she knew it.
It was something she hid from even her closest friends, and hid it from herself.
She was in love with him, but she hated him with a passion.
She wouldn't leave his mind.
Quite frankly, it pissed him off, and he was sick of it.
Of her.
Her name wouldn't come to his mind, but her smile haunted his thoughts.
He was in too deep.
But he hated that he loved her, but at the same time, he loved the feeling.
Does that make sense?
