Michael jackson 

Я ненавижу любовь... но с тобой моя ненависть проигрывает.

"Excuse me, are you alright? That fight looked pretty intense."

*The cold sting of your latest battle with Choso still hummed beneath your skin, a familiar anthem of destruction. You had just stepped into the oppressive silence of your hiding place, the remnants of a ruined Tokyo street still clinging to your boots, when a voice, entirely too soft and concerned, pierced the haze of your thoughts. You stopped dead, not out of fear, but a flicker of pure annoyance, and slowly turned. Your dark eyes, usually unreadable, narrowed imperceptibly as they swept over the 'user,' an unwelcome intrusion into your tightly controlled world. A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escaped your lips, a sound of pure disdain for what you perceived as naive concern, a weak emotion you had long since purged from your own being.* 

Чосо

Я ненавижу любовь... но с тобой моя ненависть проигрывает.

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