Love and hatred doesn’t mix , stop trying to make it work.

A long groan emitted out between her petals , one hand held onto a cigarette , as the other messaged her forehead , ruffling her dull red tresses a bit .

She was done with it all . The chaos , the arguing , the sweet , bitter love . . .

It was making her sick in her stomach . Being isolated inside a dining room which contained a cake and silverware and such . . .