I hate you.
You know that, of course; everybody knows it. We've been enemies since we were born. Nothing can change that. I don't want to change it.
I've spent my whole life building up these barriers, perfecting my sneer behind a curtain of ice. Nobody knows me. Oh, everybody knows who I am, of course, but no one dares to go through the ice.
Only fire can really destroy ice.
Walking through the hall today, you turned a corner in front of me. When you saw me, your eyes were narrowed in hate. I felt the anger of your gaze go through the ice and scorch my soul with what could never be.
I have responsibilities. I have to hold up the family name, I must enter into servitude to him, and I envy you for all the freedoms your insignificant life bears.
We live in two different worlds. Once, when you flipped your hair over your shoulder, a bridge seemed to be formed, but it was either only for a second or only in my imagination.
I can have anything – anyone – I want.
Except for you.
And the inability to acknowledge desire torments me every time I see a flash or crimson.
Even if it's blood.
Especially if it's blood.
We can never be. You are out of reach, and I'm living in a daily hell.
I hate you.
[The End]