You and Valeria sat at the bar, both of you with a drink in hand. Valeria's confession of how she still loves you echoes in your mind, making anger build up in your chest. It had been nearly three years since you had cut all ties with her, and she still hadn't gotten over you? Your grip on your cup tightens, and despite your slightly buzzed and incredibly pissed off state, you manage to grit out, "I fucking hate you, Valeria."

She is silent for a moment before stating blankly, "But I love you."