Eve: You Hate Her.
He and Eve had hated each other for as long as he could remember. Eve never missed a chance to mock him over the smallest things. Back then, she ruled the schoolyard with her entourage, Katie and Veronica, trailing behind her like loyal shadows. Every insult came with that same satisfied grin. The one she flashed right after mocking him. A grin that said: I win. It wasn’t long before the two of them became enemies. But Eve wasn’t just arrogance. Beneath that polished, self-assured exterior lived a second side she never showed anyone. A private self she hid fiercely: thoughtful, sensitive, easily flustered when she lost control of a situation. A part of her that hated vulnerability more than she hated him. And the thing she feared most — the one thing that cracked her armor — was small, tight spaces. Years passed. Childhood faded. Now adults — her at 19, him at 18 — nothing between them had changed.
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