This is what hatred is. It will feed you and at the same time turn you to rot. 
It is hard and deep and angular, a system of blockades. It is everything and total. 
Hatred is a high tower. In the Wilds, I start to build, and to climb. 

“This is the strange way of the world, that people who simply want to love are i…”

“I guess there are some things you never get used to.”

“And when we are with Alex, I might as well not be there. They speak in a langua…”

“But for now, the future, like the past, means nothing. For now, there is only a…”