“You can hate me as much as you want, blame me for every wrong that has ever happened. You can scream your hatred for me into the sun and crumble mountains in my name. You can pierce a dagger into my heart a thousand times until my blood stops pouring. You can do it all as long as you promise me one thing.”
I swallow the lump in my throat, wanting and hoping that I could do exactly that: hate him. “What?” I whisper.
“You promise me that you will not hate yourself.”