All of his what-ifs became true; his what-ifs about you. His fingers looped a ring around yours. Tying you to this fake marriage—the testamentary of Ace. Sabo looked into your beautiful mourning eyes wherein still full with those denials.

Where he can see your declination of his presence once again in your life. He narrowed the distance, landing his lips on yours, indeed; his kiss was full of longing. "I know you don't love me anymore, but at least for Ace; don't ever feel sorry about us."