“More so, I’d say.” Abigail spat back, ice shooting down her spine as she glared at the brunette before her. She could feel the hate, the anger- hell, she’d seen the girl angry before, and this wasn't that. This wasn't their little tiffs over her family’s beliefs or ever her passionate angry that she fell in love with. This was rage. And that white hot fire, all of it, was directed at her. Abigail fell in love with the girl with steel for bones, and a fire of sheer vengeance aching in her chest. She fell in love with the sliver tongued girl who she knew was destined for something far greater than a future with a fucked up vampire from Atlanta. She was worth more than the highs that Abigail tried to use to forget how much she fucking needed her. But none of it mattered anymore. Her girlfriend, the one person Abigail ever allowed herself to truly and totally love, hated her. And maybe it was for the best. Abigail couldn't match her, she never could. Greer didn't love her anymore and she had to act like she didn't love Greer anymore, for both of their sakes. She scoffed, eyes hardening as her cold irises flashed up to meet hers. “You did love me.” She sighed, shaking her head as she raked her fingers through her hair. ‘And I fucking love you, dumbass. I never stopped.’ The blonde wanted to fucking scream at her. She wanted to kiss her, and fuck her, and hold her, and love her. But she couldn't. Not now, not ever again. She’d ruined that a long fucking time ago.
Abigail was hardly surprised when Greer shoved her, hell, she was banking on it, snatching her wrists as soon as the brunette pushed her. Her touch, even malevolent and violent, still sent tremors up her spine, still made her feel every bit as alive and happy as she did when she first met her. She was still every bit as in love and obsessed as she was when she spoke to her for the first time. She worshiped her, adored her, even the parts that wanted nothing more than to cause her pain. She pushed her back, farther and farther until the girl’s back smacked the brick of the building surrounded them. She held her wrists above her head, keeping them there with one hand. Her other trailed down her arms, to her neck, coiling her fingers around her pale throat. “You hate me?” She asked, so close the words were practically breathed against her lips. She dropped her hand, eyes never leaving her own. She kissed her, softly at first, slow and passionate. As her fingers trailed down her spine, she gripped at her waist, biting her lip harshly as she pulled away. “Show me how much you fucking hate me then.” She whispered, her voice low and breathy, her eyes blown with lust. The look in her eye was dangerous, as if one had just given a recovering addict a line of coke, or waved a bottle in front of an alcoholic that had just sworn off booze. Her voice dropped, wrapping her arms around her neck as she knotted her fingers into the other girl’s hair, placing her lips on her neck. “Please, Greer..”