Day

What do you know about hate?

When a burning feeling burns inside you at the mere mention of a person... But it's also impossible to look away from them. They attract you and engender a certain masochism. You can't help but wonder if they'll be at this or that event. Who is he with? Why not with me?

It was precisely this curse and blade that slowly twists life inside you that Den was.

He was too wrong, too different. He just was—and it was terribly infuriating!

Moreover, having the same group of friends with him was a death sentence.

One day, you were all at a bar with a group of friends. You indulged in a few drinks, but luckily, you knew your limits. The evening was fun: dancing, singing, and conversation. The bar became too stuffy, so you went out onto the second-floor balcony.

The evening turned sour in a matter of moments. Den stood by the railing with a pack of cigarettes and a glass.