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He stumbled into the kitchen blindly, and yet he still managed to carry the certain air of grace that he always had. I guess that's why they called him 'The Prince' at school. Pfft. Damn fan club. I took the milk carton from my lips and watched as he made it to the kitchen. I felt my throat tighten when he paused at the doorway, his eyes looking right through me.
"Hey, Yuki." I hadn't really meant to call him by name. I always tried my hardest to distance myself from him. Calling him bitter nicknames sometimes fooled me into thinking that I really did hate him. I had to hate him so that I could one day beat him, otherwise I could never be free. I suddenly became aware of the fact that I was babbling something out loud, Yuki still gazing blankly at me. A chill ran down my spine.
Please don't look at me like that, I thought to myself, feeling a familiar pain in my chest, please, please just blink, look away…anything. Yuki let out a sleepy grunt and dropped his head onto my shoulder. I felt my knees give way as every nerve on my body stood on end, desperately trying to memorize the feeling of his gentle touch. I knew I'd never feel this again.
No, no. I couldn't relish this. As much as I wanted to…I have to hate him. I heard Tohru's bubbly voice from somewhere behind me and snapped back to reality. I shirked away from the contact I dreamed for, forcing a hiss from my throat. Hate him. I begged myself, For the sake of your freedom, you have to hate him. "Wake up, damnit!" I snapped, feeling suddenly cold as Yuki lifted his head and trudged away. I felt him deliberately brush against my arm as he passed, but I drove it out of my mind with the mantra I'd been repeating for years.
I HATE HIM. I HATE HIM. I HATE HIM.