Fuck

She looked up at him through her eyelashes.
"Do you really mean that?" She asked, afraid of that answer that would follow.
"Of course, I wouldn't have said it if I didn't mean it.
She looked out the window, thinking of all the ways she couldn't have met him. She looks back at him and thinks of the three perfect words he just said. And says it back to him, with a gigantic smile on her face.

"I hate you too."