We were supposed to hate each other back then, but I could never bring myself to fall in line with the rage I felt for the rest of her family. I knew Avery Capulet was her father’s pawn. I loved her anyway.But love isn’t always a happy thing. Sometimes it’s a dirty habit, a vice that makes you miserable with need.Loving Avery Capulet didn’t make me happy. It made me heartsick. So when she betrayed me, it was the worst pain I’d ever endured; but it was also, in some strange way, a relief.
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