The Habit of Hate

She
Seeing Bessonov every day, always being nearby. I used to dream about this, now I try to be a shadow so he doesn't notice me.

He
I am her neighbor and her enemy. A rugby star, a university student and a leader of a pack of hyenas who ruin her life after the accident that has left my mother bedridden in the hospital.

He + she
At what point does the habit of hate malfunction? At what point does contempt turn into tenderness? And does guilt turn into passion?