When Love Becomes Hate

I have been standing outside of Trinity’s room, waiting. I don’t know if she knows that I am here, but I guess by the nervous pacing that she has a good idea that I am lingering outside here. See, this is the thing…I am tired.

I am tired of playing this game.

She comes, she stays, she leaves…round one.

She comes, she stays, she leaves…round two.

And that is how our relationship plays. Now frankly, I am fucking tired of it. I have gone above and completely beyond what any man should do for a woman.

Ya, I fucking love the woman.

But she is now driving me insane. She, exactly in Mason’s words, threw a total tantrum when he brought her some lunch. She and he has the mark on his forehead, but she flung the plate at his face leaving him with a rather ugly gash on his face.

Now, I have a temper that will come out when you have tested me beyond my patience. Yet, I can control it to a certain extent, the extent being when it is not Trin