“I hate you” I first said that when he so carelessly ruined my life. I said it to him with ease. But did he care? No, he looked bored.
“I hate you” I said again. I wanted to scream. I wanted to make him sorry. He hurt me so bad. And guilt was not at all on his conscience. “I really really hate you” He didn’t say anything.
“I don’t think you deserve to live” maybe that would hurt him. He turned around and stared at me. “Neither do I”