She hurt you to save you. But of course, you didn't know that.

You were falling for her. Hard. So hard you wouldn't be able to bear her father forbidding her from dating you, so she made you hate her. Hate her to the point of obsession. To the point you couldn't think of anything but her.

"Michelle, baby," you whisper into the phone, lying like a sick dog on the floor of the bathroom, drunk. "Honey, you're killing yourself. You need to stop." Michelle said quietly.

It was true. You were going to kill yourself it you kept this up.