I wish I could add a word to the dictionary, because there needs to be a specific term for how I feel about you.

The only existing word I can think of is "contradiction."

I want you to succeed, because your talents and intelligence should not go to waste.

I want you to fail at everything, because whenever you accomplish something you make me feel inadequate and worthless.

I want you to live a long, joyful life, because after everything you've gone through, you deserve nothing less.

I want to kill you, because the thought of you living a happy life without me makes me sick.

I want you to move past your history, because there is a wonderful world outside your family waiting for you to embrace it.

I want you to stay trapped in your childhood forever, because the day you move on is the day you leave me behind.

I want to listen to everything you have to say, because you have never stopped providing insights and alternative views on everything we've discussed.

I want absolute silence from you, because whenever you open your mouth you make me look like a fool.

I want you to find that special someone in your life, because you deserve a happy ending.

I want you to remain miserable and lonely, because we can never be together and I couldn't stand seeing you with someone other than me.

I love you. I would protect you with my life, and I would do everything within my power to make you happy.

I hate you, because you'll never acknowledge my feelings for you.

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Leah carefully closed the locker room door behind her, taking extreme care to make sure that its hinges didn't squeak as it closed.

She tiptoed to her locker and opened it as quietly as she could, wincing at the loud click her lock made, and took her backpack out. She rummaged around inside of it until her hands closed around the object she was looking for.

Her gaze went from the lone blonde at the other end of the locker room to the shiny gun in her hand, the one she had stolen from her father's collection.

I'm sorry, Melanie.

She pulled the trigger.