I grieved her. For three years. I mourned her. For three very long years. I carried my pain, turning my grief into an armor of rage. She killed my heart. She deceived my love. She turned us into a tragic tale. It was so unfair… That I still cared for Julianna. Because I was so goddamn weak for her. On my knees, bleeding for her. How was it possible to love and hate a person with the same passion?
