Potential - The Prologue
There are only two human emotions that matter: Love and Hate. Every other emotion is simply a manifest of one of those feelings to a varying degree, or a mixture of them. Jealousy, fear, pity… Yes, they were all the same. He knew that well.
The photograph was cold and stiff in his hands; the surface was as shiny as it was when he had pulled it from the envelope. Of all the things in the world, it represented all his love and all his hate. He hated that he needed to look at the person he loved and had to see the person he hated in the same frame; it tore him apart every time the black and white print forced itself into his gaze. There she was, and there he was; only she smiled. He had a look of forced contentment, his eyes half way between the camera and the babe in her arms |
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