Notes: This script is okay for monetization. Can be used on Patreon, just let me know if you do. If you use it, please give credit. You can change pronouns if preferred but otherwise please don't edit the script. My scripts are meant for adult audiences and all characters are 18 . For clarification on the format of the script, any place that says (Pause) is a place for the Listener's response. Anything in \asterisks and italics** isn't meant to be read aloud, it's there to either hint at the tone or provide context that might help the script make more sense.

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Summary: Narrator is pining over Listener, who they used to hate. They ponder over the relationship between love and hate, as well as which one they feel towards Listener.

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Word Count: 1,281 words (Not including any actions or cues left in asterisks and italics)

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Writer’s Notes: Just a little monologue piece because I haven't written one in a while and it helps to ward of writer's block.

Script Below:

\Narrator, strolls through their garden alone, lost in their thoughts. The weather is beautiful - birds chirping and leaves rustling in the breeze - but Narrator’s mind is troubled. They begin thinking aloud to themself.**

“So often I’ve heard the phrase ‘there is only a thin line between love and hate,’ but how thin truly is it? Is it similar to a single thread of a spider’s web, or is it closer in nature to taut wire? Or perhaps it is a bit more grand, something akin to that line on the horizon where the sky and land meet? Does it require some grand task to cross from one side to the other, or can it be done simply, without even thinking or planning to do so? Could it even be done by accident? Did I cross that line by accident?”

“I suppose if I am to find the answer to that, I must first find the answers to several other questions first. To start, when did I cross that line? When was it that I looked at where my hate and love for you stood, facing each other as if preparing for war, and I decided to betray one feeling for another? Did I even change my allegiances willingly?”

\Narrator pauses, thinking over their own words before sighing.**

“But to say that there was a definitive time in which my emotions changed from ‘resentment’ to ‘reverence’ feels… weak. To say that my feelings changed so quickly feels as though I am simplifying the complexities of not just my heart, but of my mind as well. Even before my ‘animosity’ ever turned into ‘adoration,’ there has always been ‘admiration.’ I’ve always admired you, though I used to hate that I did. But how could I not? You have the heart of a lion and the mind of a fox; you are brave and clever beyond compare. And with your wit and fire, your smile is beautiful. When you smile, I can see those flames in your eyes flicker, and it makes my own heart squeeze like it wants to break free of this boney cage in my chest.”

“Hm. Now that I am thinking about it, I suppose it was not a singular moment in which I realized I had fallen for you. No, instead there were several moments in which I realized that I was in the process of growing fond. And many, many of those moments started when I saw you smile. I remember towards the beginning of the social season last year, when you shot that wild grin my way before joining in a dance with a different suitor. I remember the faint spell of green envy that overtook me; for the few brief moments it lasted, I could find no rational reason for it. Then I saw the way you tripped them up with every spin, and I watched their expression turn crestfallen as you snuffed their every attempt at a conversation. I could hardly believe how deliberately you were sabotaging your own future with a suitor of such a high status. Then you looked back in my direction, just for the briefest of moments, and I saw that wicked smile of yours again. Would you believe that the look of pure, diabolical glee on your face the moment the suitor stepped away from you made me smile as well?”

“It’s with that thought in mind that I’m considering that there’s not a line, per say, between love and hate. Rather, after some consideration, I believe that such emotions exist on a gradient that contains two different axes. On one axis, is the strength of emotions, going from weak to strong. The other axis ranges from negative emotions to those of a more positive nature. I believe that while my feelings for you may have initially started out towards hatred, but as I came to know you more, I realized that I was bound to grow to admire you. However, the strength of my emotions prevented my thought towards you from remaining at simple admiration. No, rather, my feelings remained just as strong as my hatred turned into endearment. Though I suppose it only makes sense that my feelings remain equally as strong throughout my entire time of knowing you; you are able to draw such strong emotions from me, and I can’t even figure out how to hold those thoughts at bay. No, when you decide to place yourself in my thoughts, you make my mind spin and my heart race as I try to wrap my mind around how I feel for you. But as we’ve grown, it’s become so much easier to realize my feelings for you.”

“My mind finds joy in thoughts of you. My heart yearns to be in your presence again. I, as a whole, wish for you. For your company and conversation, even if you should wish to use that sharp wit and razor tongue against me. Even if you should not feel for me in the same way that I’ve come to feel for you. Even if I may be too afraid of your disdain to tell you of my heart’s odes to you, then I may still enjoy being with you as my mind paints fantasies of what a life at your side would be like.”

“I can’t tell you how many times I’ve thought about extending an offer of courtship to you. I’ve stayed awake late into the night, heavily considering what I would say if I were to offer myself up for your consideration. My racing heart keeps me from sleeping as both fear and excitement clog my thoughts. I know that you would turn me down and likely scoff in my face, but the very possibility that you might now, that you might truly think over such a decision. What would you think about pursuing a relationship with me? Would you be disgusted? Or would you take the time to consider what I have to offer you?”

“I can dream that you would think of me, but I dare not hope. My wandering thoughts may spin a fantasy that I would take great pleasure indulging in, but that would only serve to make my adoration of you so strong that it makes my heart ache.”

“But perhaps I might give it more thought, come the next social season. You may not accept my proposal, but maybe, if you and I are of like heart and mind, then perhaps your hatred of me can be swayed as well. Or maybe, dare I say it, they already have. If there is even a chance that you would consider a courtship with me, I am willing to take that risk.”

“Love and hate may both be strong emotions, but I hope that you - like I have - find yourself trading one for another. I can only dream of the day you forgive me of my prior hatred towards you. Now, my heart only knows your many, many praises and sings them like a songbird. But that is what love does, is it feels so achingly much. I believe I shall extend that invitation of courtship towards you, if only to satisfy my heart. However, I have a suspicion that no matter if you accept or reject me, my heart will still adore yours all the same. Oddly enough, I am quite pleased with that idea. My heart is loyal, and shall not betray yours, even when in pain. I can simply hope that I may capture your heart in a similar state. But until then, my wishful thinking needs tending to, and my heart needs to indulge in the irregular beat it plays for you. Until the social season, I shall allow myself time. But once the time finds us, I will find you and finally, at long last, put my past hatred of you to death with a confession of my love.”