Where the acceptances and the distaste twist together.
The two built their relationships on these principles.
It was like they were in an endless circle of chase.
He ran after her asking for forgiveness.
She pushed him away afraid to get hurt.
She turned around ready to give him a second chance.
But he already dropped the gun and left.
So she hated.
But what if he never left?
He left her so she would find her happiness instead of suffering everyday trying to make things right. He was the one who stayed behind her, making sure she didn't lose her way.
Her hands were pure.
His hands were stained with red.
She hated him.
He loved her.
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