I hate Enzo.
I can say that with certainty now.
Hate.
I hate the contradictory feelings he stirs inside me.
I hate that he is the only person who I can truly talk to.
I hate how he makes me lust after his muscular body.
I hate that he tries to heal me, never allowing me to stay broken.
I hate that he protected me from a single touch by acting like a jealous lover.
But most of all, I hate that no matter what he does, it will never be enough for me to forgive.
My heart has blackened because of him. My soul tormented, and my body changed. I’m thankful that he spared my life, although the consequences he faced for that seem inconsequential. But I can never forgive him for selling me.
It doesn’t seem Enzo does any of these things because he expects my forgiveness. More like
