Prologue
Him:
I never knew how dull and colourless my life was— until I met that havoc-of-a-girl.
She is everything I hate;
Unorganised, unpunctual, clumsy, loud and so uncertain.
But yet the only person who made me want to learn from her, love like her.
Love..... something I started hating at the ripe age of fifteen. The certainty rooted deep in me that I'll never love. And all for that to just go out the window the moment i fell for those sparkling soft eyes.
But the problem?— she hates me.
Her:
After living a childhood full of self doubt, tears and nightmare. My first instinct was to get out, just escape, anyhow. And I did.
I didn't regret it at all.
But like anyone would expect me to, I didn't stop dreaming, of falling in love with a gentle man, who would make me feel safe, never yell at me, and would not have a single ounce of male ego in his body.
And yes, it did fly out of the window willingly the moment I met my eyes with those cold ones.
I hate him— I told myself everyday. But nothing worked.
