You catch yourself wishing that the person you loved had never existed to spare yourself the pain. –Ras Al Ghoul, Batman Begins
Every moment of every day he hated her.
The fall of her hair, the turn of her cheek as she smiled and the light that it brought to her eyes; he hated every. Single. Bit. Of. It.
Even the part about how happy she looked in the arms of that other man.
Or the child that was growing under her heart.
He cared not for the fact that he had never made a move for her, never done anything to show that he loved her or wanted anything more than her friendship.
Still, that did not stop the anger and hatred that continued to grow within his heart.
No, this is not the Illusion Master. Don’t worry.
Also, not where I thought I was going to go with this initially.