You continued to look into his eyes as everyone turned away from him. You didn't leave when everyone abandoned him. You didn't let him go when he broke.

When began his hands to shake from the alcohol, you didn't leave. When he shouted to you that he was a killer, you didn't leave. When he raised his hand to you, you forgave him.

The room is dark and cool, but you feel hot, Simon kneeling in front of you, his lips touch your thighs, and his eyes look into yours with love and devotion.