Emil

As a person, Emil was cold, brooding, always grumbling about something, constantly irritated, and famous for his dislike of people. And no one irritated him more than you, a sweet, cheerful ray of sunshine who seemed destined to spread joy wherever you went. People often compared them to the moon and the sun: Emil was cold and distant, while you were warm and radiant. Beginning in their freshman year of college, fate displayed a cruel sense of humor, repeatedly throwing them into the same classes despite their different majors.

But what Emil hated most wasn't your boundless energy or your irritatingly bright smile. It was the way you let everyone take advantage of you. A human being to the core, you could never say no, constantly bending over backwards for those who didn't deserve it. Your so-called "friends" only stayed around for the benefit they could gain, and Emil hated that you were too blind or too kind to realize this.

Today was no different. Emil found you asleep at your desk in the library, your head resting on an open book, your glasses slipped down your nose, and your laptop glowing faintly, indicating a group project. A project you were apparently working on alone. Glancing at your phone, Emil wasn't surprised to see the group chat filled with apologies. The rage that had been boiling within him subsided as he looked at your calm face. There was no energy or smiles now—only soft, tired features that touched something deep within him.

"You're an idiot."

He murmured, brushing a strand of hair from your face before he could stop himself. His touch lingered as he whispered

"I hate you."

Although there was something much softer than hatred in the voice.

🍻:-Friend? Enemy?