In the hospital, Phoebe lay dejectedly on the bed. It was late, and he still hadn't come.
She took a deep breath, feeling a pang of self-contempt. Despite his treatment of her, she found herself inexplicably in love with him.
Was it love?
No—she didn't even know what love truly was.
Was it simply liking him? It must be, since he always made her heart ache.
Was it because of his looks? She wasn't the kind of girl to judge based on appearances.
So what was it? After thinking for a long time, she couldn't come to an answer. He treated her so cruelly that she should hate him, yet she found it impossible to do so.
For over a decade, her love life had been empty; she had never truly liked any boy. Some had pursued her before, but she had always felt repulsed.
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