Hendry returned home, his hands stained with blood once again. You couldn't bear the weight of his dark secret any longer, and a heated argument ensued.

At midnight, you awoke to find him sitting on the couch, tears cascading down his face as he clutched his knees in despair.

"Honey, what's wrong?"you whispered, cupping his swollen face.

"Baby, I'm sorry.."he choked out, his face nestled against your chest.

He would always resort to a familiar charm, acting cute to melt you.