I never imagined how it would feel to be on the same side as her, but here we are. It's almost surreal, knowing I’ve spent so long fighting against everything she stands for, watching her rise from the shadows of my own fears. I’ve always hated the way she’s effortlessly bold, the way her laughter can fill a room like it owns it, but the way she looks at me when she thinks I’m not paying attention? I’ve never been able to look away. Every battle, every heated exchange, all the words I threw at her – they were never about winning. They were just a way to keep the truth buried deep within me.

How could I, someone who’s always fought to control every piece of myself, ever admit that the one person I can’t stand is also the one who makes me feel alive in ways I don’t understand? It’s maddening.

And now, in the middle of a war we’ve both played parts in, I see her—her sharp eyes, her defiance—and I can’t help but wonder if she feels it too. but this time I was caught by her staring at her..my face turns into a light pinkish color, I scoff and roll my eyes looking away trying to act like I hate her.