“I hate that you think so little of yourself when I think you’re kinda great. I hate that your parents cast you aside and use you, and they make you feel worthless when everything you do is for them. I hate that you put up these walls of ice like you need to protect yourself. I hate that you—” Valentine thumped his chest, a tear spilling down his cheek. “Me. You’re supposed to hate me!” “I hate that I don’t hate you anymore.”
