I wish to explain myself to you, but if I tried, I know you would not believe me. Your feelings for me are now blinded by hatred, but are you aware that hatred is just a twisted form of love? Yes, there is no such thing as pure hatred.
The hallways darkened with the sunset as your eyes clouded with despair. You shivered as the moon rose to meet the stars, but with a little bit of brave strength you raised a chocolate bar to your lips. Tasting the bittersweet candy, you shut the world out with the sensation of that pleasurable moment.
You were in a state of poverty, forced to live secretly alone in the school building at night. Your parents had died, but those who gov