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"Maybe one day, I can hate you properly."

Pov: the comment section is a mini Wattpad

"All eyes on you, but your glare is all mine."

If you consider someone an enemy, it means you acknowledge them as a threat, which means you have already given them a form of respect, which means you need to give them a little kiss and-

“Why do you hate me?” The music slows down. My heart speeds up. “I don’t hate you, princess. I hate myself for loving you.”

"I guess everyone needs a hobby....or passion. Hating me could be yours, darling."

Starting an Enemies to Lovers playlist with Isabella's Lullaby is WILD 😆

I’d rather dance in flames of love with you than float down a calm stream of indifference with anyone else

"In another life, I would have loved you. Worshiped at your feet, my love. Yet, in this one, I am a mere doomed shadow, with a sword to your neck. One that must kill you, given the chance. A passing shadow that could never want you any less."

He knew too much about her. The way her body would sway in graceful movement when she was contented, the way she would stick her tongue out when she concentrating on something that puzzled her fascinating brain, or how she would flutter her eyelashes and have her eyes wide whenever she was terrified. He noticed too much and that would be his weakness. For as he held the gold platted dagger to her heart with his white turned knuckles and hesitant grip, he couldn't resist staring into her eyes and seeing her eyes flutter as if her brain couldn't register the utter betrayal she had to endure. She was horrified. Of him. And no matter how hard she tried to hide it by shutting her eyes and desperately attempting a blank expression, it only made his heart ache as he felt he had plunged the dagger into his own heart as compensation for causing her harm. He tried to follow through as he forced himself to inch the weapon closer to her beating heart, but as soon as he heard a chocked gasp escape her trembling lips, he instinctively dropped the dagger and pressed his palm to her chest to check for injuries. He couldn't do it, he couldn't kill her. He knew if he did, it would take two seconds before his heart tore in two and left him heartless next to her.

This playlist sounds more like we had to be enemies and I didn’t realize he loved me until after we parted ways and now I’m reliving all of our shared moments together.

Our steps looked just rehearsed enough to veil us from the eye of the other dancers. As far as the public knew, we had never met. But I knew every step she would take, and every breath she took, and the tone of the air that passed through her lungs, and how it hinted at her lark-song voice. We danced as much as we knew was not conspicuous, as much as we could without drawing unwanted attention from the people that thought we were still rivals, still enemies. I remembered that night in the gardens, the last time we had met. The pain in her eyes had been enough to consume every other thought within me, when I had told her we could never live the way we had pretended for so long, when I told her she deserved someone more than me, a villain. Now, our steps felt stagnant, apathetic, as if none of it had happened. She barely looked me in the eyes as the music finally stopped, and we bowed to each other, like all the other guests that had just met. Grief shook me as she heeded my words from the garden and pulled away from my arms one final time, not sparing a glance back. But she stopped, a few steps from me, and turned. Her eyes were silvered with the same tears she had shed in the gardens. "You're right," she said. "I could never be with you." My heart twisted, even though I had prepared for this. But the pain in her eyes was short to last. They hardened, and a new look of resolve came over them, creating an expression I had never seen, nor imagined on her. "Unless I become a villain, too." She blinked away the last of her tears, along with her hope of ruling her father's kingdom one day. I took her hand and swept her across the room as the next piece began, as the crowd began to take notice. Our steps now intertwined in sure, calculated moves, though neither of us expended any more effort. They stared, but we were locked in each other's eyes, our gaze never wavering and our futures set. I smiled as we twirled in the dark hall, content to make her my queen. My villain. --- --- --- EDIT: Thanks for the support everyone, it means a lot! If you wish to follow my writing journey (I'm working on a fantasy novel atm) you can follow me on Instagram at @ mayas_marginalia <3

Everything is fair in love and war but nothing is fair when youre in war with love.

“If I betray him, I betray my country. If I betray you, I betray myself. My country is very dear to me.” “Dearer than I?” “No, not dearer than you.” - dangerously yours

Isabella's lullaby gave my a jump scare. Was not expecting it but it fits so well 🙏

time stamps ✨🌑 0:00 Isabella’s lullaby by Takahiro Obata 2:55 Le carnaval des animaux, R. 125: XIII. Le cygne (Arr. Hazell for cello and orchestra) 6:28 Requiem in D Minor, K. 626: VII. Lacrimosa 10:07 Frédéric Chopin: Nocturne in E-Flat Major, Op.9, No.2 by Vadim Chaimovich 14:38 Amore mio aiutami by Piero Piccioni (but this version seems to be Untitled, Pt.2 by Cameron Gainley) 19:28 Merry-Go-Round of Life by Joe Hisaishi 24:44 Melody of love by Orquesta Filarmonica de Croacia 29:33 Suite bergamasque, L. 75: III. Clair de lune 35:21 Le carnaval des animaux, R. 125: XIII. Le cygne (Arr. Hazell for cello and orchestra) (The second and last song are the same, but there seems to be some minor differentiation in either the orchestra or editing of each version, please correct me if I am wrong) :

as much as i enjoy the wattpad imaginations, i initially interpreted this as a message from my subconscious to my conscience: i am in love with the idea that one day, i’ll be able to love myself in spite of all my self-hatred. to have someone who once hated me for so long one day love me because it refutes all the conjured images of me being a monster in my mind. to have some part of myself convince my harsher parts to love what’s there and real and not some made up version of who i am supposed to be. a fraudulent, inauthentic persona that fails to meet eyes with reality. i dream of a night someone would save me from myself for just one night. to be whisked away from the cruel manifestations of my mind and its jaded musings.

"She infuriates me more than anyone, yet somehow, her presence is the only thing that makes this chaotic world feel right." I can see him saying this sentence at that moment –>14:40

"I loathe you!" "I love you too"