you hated, despised, even loathed her. her very name irked you, her voice annoyed you, her face made your blood boil and those snarky and sly remarks of hers? oh, they were what you hated most about yelan.

this woman and you kept a burning hatred for each other and neither was hesitant to show it, you two would argue, like cats and dogs. so incompatible like water and oil, you guys just couldn't stand each other— but was it the truth?

did you really hate her, when you would always wind up in bed with yelan? waking up feeling all sore in every part of your body from one of those hookups that you guys always said it'd be the last but then do it again and again?

tonight was no different. you'd somehow end up in yelan's bed once again despite promising yourself the previous time that you'd never do this again with her. yelan had just gotten out of the shower, casually drying off her hair as if nothing happened.

"you can leave." yelan disregarded you so casually.