Hate That I Still Love You

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t of rain that mingled indistinguishably with my tears. The cold droplets splashed against my face, but they felt warm compared to the

s a sanctuary, the cold seeped deeper into my bones, m

my soaked frame. The rain was relentless, as if the heavens themselves were enraged on my behalf, unleashing their fury upon

aught? The man I had envisioned as my future, my partner for life, had dis

ke vultures over a dying prey. With each step, the puddles beneath my feet seemed to echo the chaos swir

you loved me, Scott. Was it all just a cruel game to you?" The betrayal gnawed at my soul, leaving me feeling hollo

wasn't just a loss of love; it was a loss of faith, of hope, of everything that had once seemed certain. "How could you?" I gasped out to

ecter of my shattered dreams, taunting me with what could have been. The reality was too harsh, too cruel to bear. I h

ped through my clothes, chilling me to the bone, but it was nothing compared to the coldness I felt inside. The real

familiar contours blurred and distorted through the curtain of rain and tears. My mind replayed every momen

questions spun in my head, each one a dizzying punch that left me weaker. The hurt was so profound, so all-consum

one. But love had blinded me, had made me deaf to the whispers of doubt that might have sav

flashed before my eyes, each one now tainted with the stain of his betrayal. The laughter we had shared, the promises made in the quiet of the

person I was before. That Tatiana, who smiled easily and loved fully, was as lost to me now as the warmt

ll measure of my heartbreak to overtake me, I would shatter completely. The cold had seeped through my clothing, through

rain. "Was that too much to ask?" The enormity of my solitude was crushing. I was adrift in a sea of p

ouldn't stop moving. The thought of standing still, of letting the reality of my heartbreak engulf me completely, was too terrifying. S

of betrayal and heartache. Every step is a reminder of the life I thought I had, the love I believed was mine. The tea

the darkest moments, how his touch seemed to promise forever. We had built a world together, one filled with dreams and whispered secrets, la

trivialities of daily life... How could she betray me? Each memory now feels like a deception, a meticulously crafted facade to cover the truth of her inte

choked with sobs. "Wasn't I a good friend? Didn't I always listen, always care?" My