Chapter 53 Fifty Two

• “But I knew we couldn’t undo the past. I thought hating you would make everything easy, but it only complicated things more,” he said bitterly, looking into the distance. “But still, hate remained between us.”
• I gripped the sand in my hand, feeling the smooth and rough texture against my palm. I stared at him, searching for an answer to my question: why was he saying that?
• It was true, hate remained in me. I hated him so much, yet I missed him. Two conflicting emotions that made everything more complicated. That’s why I didn’t want to see him and bring myself back home. The memories lingered, and no matter how hard I tried not to flashback into them, the feelings remained.