I should hate her. I should despise every aspect of her, from her hair to her feet but no. When I'm with her, I feel hatred and something else. Something that tells me to destroy the distance between her and me, so that we are close enough to breath the same air. So when we are captives in a locker, I know that's my chance.

I am into a locker, my body is pressed against hers as we are breathing the same air and looking at each other in the eyes