Fuck you.
I hate you so much. I hate how your silky, soft black hair tickled my neck. I hate it now! Your loving, incandescent green eyes haunt me. You know I loved you, so why trouble me? Why must your radiance take up my thoughts so many times? I hate it, I hate you.
I hate how our lips used to meet, and I actually liked it. I'm appalled by myself, why would even like you? You're a complete bastard, you know that? When we were in the seventh year, we passed notes, sometimes even love notes. Your friends didn't really mind, were even quite pleased that you had met someone. My friends, however, were revolted. I cannot blame them. What was I thinking? Love must have that influence on everyone. It must blind people into not knowing what is right and what is wrong. I loathe it, almost as much as you.
I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you so much! You won't exit my thoughts. I want you to, but you won't. It's your fault, you made me fall in love with you. You made think about those vibrant green eyes. You made me want my own lips to meet your own. It's your fault, not mine.
You put me in Azkaban, you did it! You did it. You did it. You did it. You betrayed me! I trusted you and you betrayed me. You dishonest bastard. You don't deserve to live. Yet, I am the one that is going to die. You put me in here. You forced me into this hellhole, you made me feel all the gruesome throbbing in my heart. You caused it all, my sadness, my pain, and the ridding of my soul. You did it all. You do not even realize it. You think that me even being acrimonious by this, would make me seem out of character. You don't know a thing. You do not know me at all. Why should you? You said you loved me. I did not show any passion, but I replied, saying that I loved you back.
Did you believe me? I think did. You took advantage of it later on, so you must have known. I really had faith in you. And this is how you rep—no, you did not repay me at all. You backstabbed me. I depended on you, and you bailed. We agreed that no matter which side we were on, we would not turn the other in, even if the relationship got tough.
Liar.
You probably had your fingers crossed. I wouldn't even be surprised if I found out that us being together was just a lie – a hoax.
I adored you. That was my weakness. You knew. That is why you were so sure that you could get away with it. When we had a fall out, you went straight to Dumbledore. You told him what I was, what I am – a Death Eater. We agreed that we would respect each other's point of view on the war. That's what you lied about, you promised that you wouldn't, and you lied. I hate you for that.
But I don't hate for teaching me how to love. I would be cruel and heartless, if it hadn't been for you. We used to laugh with each other, tell the other one jokes, and sometimes kiss. I don't hate you for that.
Being in Azkaban is the worst. I have memories for the Dementors to rid me of. However, I'm glad that I experienced them first. You were dishonest, and I hate you for it. But at least I acknowledged true love before these soul sucking creatures made me forget.
Thank you.
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Crummy? Cheesy? You tell me.
This is something that was based by how I felt after a huge fall out. You may see a lot of these fics by me later on.
Disclaimer: No! I do not own Harry Potter. Don't even dare try taking to me to court, do you read this? Don't even dare.
