She spotted him from behind the glazed walls of contempt. Each gaze, each knowing look and kindled smile spurred searing hate and raw passion. She knew of what it would seem, what it would translate to yet she did not have what it took to stop. She dwell in sweet misery and misunderstood glances. She took what she could from it and threw away those that did not equate to anything significant in her reality. She knew it was a challenge, that his agenda was anything but clean.. and to that she will answer. Disdain will be cloaked in petulant wanting, apathy in innocence, and foreboding darkness in redemption. She hopes him to be an opponent worth fighting and a heart worth striking.. for loss without the infliction of pain will not bear a victory worth wanting.. and for her victory is all that has meaning