I don’t know I felt like writing something random so yeah

Once upon a time there lived a man and a woman--Love and Hate.

Love had beautiful blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes.

Hate had black hair and dark, covered eyes.

Love and Hate were two of the most unlikely people to fall in love--but they did.

Love was working at a farmer's market, happily selling peaches to lovesick strangers.

Hate, his head covered in the hood of his jacket, was selling rings and necklaces--although he didn't sell much of them.

Love, when her break came, headed over to Hate's stand.

"I'd like a necklace, please," she said in her smooth, pretty voice.

Hate looked into her blue eyes and nodded. "Which one?"

Love pointed to a small necklace that had a blue stone in the middle. "It's for my mother," she explained.

Hate tilted his head to one side. "You don't have a lover, do you?"

Love blushed. "Ah. No, I don't." Her voice was wistful. "The only man I ever loved regected me, and..." She broke off. "The necklace, please." She placed some money on Hate's counter.

But Hate didn't take the money. He just glanced at it and gave it back to Love, along with the necklace. "My gift," he said softly.

Love gazed at him for a moment. "Thank you," she murmured, and left.

Throughout the day, Love and Hate stole shy glances at each other, although they could never gather up the courage to walk up to the one they had fallen in love with and talk to them.

Finally, at the end of the day, Love and Hate bumped into each other again.

Love tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "Oh!" She exclaimed. "I'm... I'm really sorry."

"No." Hate shook his head. "I... That was my fault."

For a few minutes, they just stared at their shoes, words unable to form on their tongues.

Hate said, "That necklace... It matches your eyes."

"It matches my mother's eyes," Love murmured. "I... I got my eyes from her." She laughed. "Well. I mean, not literally..."

Hate smiled. "I'd be surprised if your mother was as half as beautiful as you are."

Love felt her cheeks grow hot. "She's more beautiful," she blurted out. "Everyone... Everyone says so."

"That she's more beautiful than you?" Hate asked. "You don't believe them, do you?"

"I... I..." Love sucked in a breath of air. "I need to go."

Hate sighed. "What's your name? Are you from my Clan?"

"I'm from the Clan of the Sun," Love said. "My... My name is Love."

"And I am Hate," Hate said. "I'm from the Clan of the Moon."

"Oh." Love rubbed her mother's necklace against her fingers. "Well, we won't be seeing each other again. You know that friendships are forbidden as well as I do."

"Yes." Hate nodded, and turned away so Love could not see the tears pricking at his eyes like thorns.

Love bit her lip, turned on her heel, and followed after the people of her Clan, not able to admit to herself that she had fallen in love.

And Hate followed after after his Clan, thinking only of Love.