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»»———- H x L ———-««
Luka is like a tsunami, approaching with the force and power of the sea, yet with a gentle grace that belies the strength behind it. His words may be gentle, but they carry the pain and sorrow, like a knife piercing her heart. His voice may be soft, but it brings the pain of an excruciating heartaches, like a rough blade cutting through her soul.
"Hyuna..."
"I TOLD YOU STOP IT LUKA" Hyuna’s is voice filled with pain, Luka’s words are like a tsunami wave that crashes into her, overwhelming her with the weight of the emotions behind them. His tone is free from violence, but the words hurt, the pain of cutting through her veins much like a burning blade. Gentle and kind, but the timbre of his voice is like a weapon, slicing through her heart and leaving her bleeding on the ground. She is powerless to stop it, trapped in a sea of her own emotions, drowning in a storm of misery and woe.
Hyuna’s rage flows through her veins like a burning flame, consuming her thoughts and filling her with a desire for revenge. She grabs the gun and points it at his head, ready to pull the trigger and end his existence right then and there.
But then... she hesitates. Hyuna’s emotions are in turmoil, her mind a raging sea of conflicting feelings. She hates him, she despises him, she loathes him, but at the same time, she cannot seem to let go. The weight of her hatred feels like a massive ball and chain, dragging her down and weighing on her chest, but at the same time, she longs for him, for the comfort and warmth of his embrace.
"Please Hyuna... hold me," he whispers, his voice filled with a desperate sadness. The contrast between her hate and her longing is palpable, as if she is fighting a constant battle within herself, torn between the desire to destroy and the need to hold on. And yet, even as he pleads for her comfort, the hate still burns within her, like a fire that can never be put out.
I hate him, as if the words were a mantra, something she can cling to in the midst of her turmoil.
I despise him. I loathe him. The amount of hatred I have for him is not measurable. I don’t know if I am even capable of hating him. Am I allowed to hate him? Am I prepared to kill him?
The questions hang in the air, unanswered, as if they are too big, too overwhelming for her to even begin to untangle. Her heart feels like a broken compass, spinning in every direction at once, leading her nowhere. All she knows is that this feeling, this intense and all-consuming hate, is something she cannot seem to shake, even as she so desperately wants to let it go. The hatred burning in her veins was so intense it felt like a physical presence, a heavy weight on her chest that threatened to drown her. The pain and resentment towards him felt uncontrollable, like a storm brewing within her, ready to wreak havoc.
She could not quite pinpoint the source of her anger, whether it was guilt, disgust, anger, or some twisted sense of love. All she knew was that the mere sight of him sent her into a blind rage, filled with a desire for revenge that she could not quite put into words. She hated him so much it was as if every part of her being was consumed by the feeling. A part of her wanted to strangle him with her own two hands, to see the life drain from his eyes as they closed for the final time. The very thought sent a shiver of excitement up her spine.
"Luka you..." she snarled; her voice laced with venom as she tried to contain her emotions. She wanted to say so much more, to release all of the hatred and anger that had built up inside of her, but the words were caught in her throat, as if the very thought of speaking to them aloud was unbearable.
How did I even love you back then? The sudden memory when I was caressing your cheek, with those heavenly eyes gazing on me, with that messy blond hair so soft in my touch. You were as bright as a lightning under the blue night sky. In the colorful light you were the brightest. How is love still in my heart? It’s so confusing, my heart is aching, I feel like my brain is about to burst.
Am I really crazy? To be fooled by someone like you, What face am I making right now? I cannot help it; I can't help but want to feel closer to you. I am crazy... I really am crazy to be fooled by a devil like you. I want to get closer to you and hold you like we did back then, before you did it... before everything that happened... back when we were happy...
The emotions spilled out of her, a rush of confusing emotions, as if her heart were trying to make sense of what she was feeling. Love, hate, anger, confusion... It was all so much to manage, so much to process, and she felt like she was falling apart, like her brain was about to explode with all of the conflicting emotions that she didn't even understand.
"Luka hold me" she whispered, unable to shake the need to feel his embrace again. She was crazy to be this wrapped up in a man who had hurt her so badly, but the pull of his touch seemed stronger than her resolve. As she caressed his cheek, she saw the weariness in his eyes, the hint of want and need that lay just beneath the surface. The eyes of a devil who had finally found the one thing he desired more than anything else.
"You look tired" she whispered as she pulled him closer to her. The words felt alien on her lips, but the warmth of his body felt so right in her embrace. She closed her eyes, content to lose herself in the feeling for a little while longer.
He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him. She could feel the bones in his skin as his body pressed against hers, and the lack of care and strength on his body is like a sharp pain in her heart. His sickness was slowly eating him up from the inside, and she had to hold him, had to feel him, had to know that he was safe and okay. She hugged him tightly, as if wanting to forget that anything had ever happened. He collapsed into her arms like a tired and drained princess who had shown too much of her glory and beauty, so much that she had drained too much for her survival. And in that moment, he felt like a princess who had finally found safety in the arms of the prince.
"My Hyuna... my God... you have brought me brightness" he whispered as she held him close. She could feel her heart bursting with emotions she could not even begin to understand. The contradictions within her were too much to bear, and all she knew was that she loved him and hated him all at once. She was seduced by the devil, but she loves him, and the battle within her seemed to be never-ending.
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