I Have No Rights Over Naruto.
Hate was such a horrible word. A feeling that deserved the same station of scum beneath her shoes.
She was above hate.
And yet she found herself faltering.
Questioning herself in the face of her childhood love and his story.
Should she hate the man who had ruined his life?
Should she discard her lifetime of shunning such an emotion for one boy?
One who had left her.
She could not.
Still, her heart beat for that boy, and she cursed herself for letting him walk away again.
Even though he had come back.
He was gone from her now.
He would never want someone who held not the capacity to understand him.
His hate.
She could never hate him for that.
She would never loathe his brother for his actions.
The line, although fine and narrow, was one she stood firmly on.
I'm stuck! Any ideas, because I really feel like drabbling.