She slapped me again as if by slapping me she could forget the pain I caused her, or maybe she wanted to hurt me the same way I had hurt her. Either way, I was already breaking inside.
"I hate you. I hate you." She hit my chest painfully with her hands balled up into fists as she spoke with hatred but yet I could still feel her love. She was doing this because she loved me or else, she wouldn't have even cared. She kept up her assault as I let her hit me, staying silent.
"I know." I spoke with a sigh as she kept hitting me with her fists, she was crying harder by the minute and I had found out a while ago that this was her way of coping with pain, just like I used to break things to cope with my pain.
"I hate you." She punched my shoulder and I felt the impact as I hissed a little, maki
