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“If I told you I hate you, what would you do?”
Hate. They weren’t lying when they said hate was the strongest word. More than love, more than any term of adoration. Love, you could disbelieve. Hate had to come from the deepest, darkest place in the heart. And for it to claw its way out, ugly and raw, there was no way it couldn’t be true. But the more sickening realization--the one that tore this girl’s gut to shreds--was that his love, too, had to be true. For wasn’t hate just love, inverted? Upside down and backwards? Could you hate someone you never loved? No, it had to be the same love, just bruised and ruined. Hurt and betrayed. Dismembered; just looking for a sweet release.
He hated her. It had to be true. And it was her that did it. But her eyes, sad and glossy with tears, couldn’t tear away from his. What would she do, he asks. Would her heart still beat in her hollow chest? Would her lungs still gasp for air? The truth is, yes. Nothing would cease. And nothing would change. Except for, perhaps, her desire. Her will. Is a person still a person without those things? She didn’t know. Could she still be herself without him? She didn’t think so.
So, with a smile, matching the sadness in her eyes, she shakes her head at him. “Whatever you want me to do.” Because, alas, he couldn’t possibly hate her more than she hated herself.
Prompt: "Oh brother I can't, I can't get through I've been trying hard to reach you 'cause I don't know what to do."
After everything that happened with Ric, Adrian turned to Jason - focused on their brotherhood. He never mentioned Ric - he never told Jason that Ric died. He never wanted to admit it, he took off sometimes just to make it seem like Ric was still around but that was never the case. Jason was the only one who was able to pull Adrian out of the mess he’d become. Jason always knew how to help, knew how to get Adrian on track again. He always knew what to do when Adrian didn’t.