You lit Will’s dark and sullen life, illuminating the internal cave that harbored his demons. You could merely look at him and his life was no longer black and white. As long as it took for Will to let you in his small circle, we would never regret his decision.

He couldn’t name a person who would listen to him without issue, pamper him and make him feel like he doesn’t have to repay, see his demons and not be afraid. You peeled back many layers of Will Graham and cherished each one in your own way.

One mistake that he made would have him questioning his existence. If he could, he would go down on his knees, thanking you and begging you to not abandon him and deprive him of the attention he’s needed all this time. And you would lift his chin, looking down at him and give him clarity that your heart belongs to him.

He needed the love—the love that kept him from spiraling into an abyss. The euphoria and serotonin-like feeling was foreign but comforting. Because of you. He tucks a stray hair behind your ear, admiring your sleeping form. Your clothes were long forgotten on the wooden floor, a symbol of the intimacy that had occurred earlier. Will made sure to put his gratitude into his movements, whispering sweet nothings and singing your name. "What did I do to deserve such a kind and thoughtful woman such as you?" He smiles to himself. "I’ll do anything to keep you by my side. My life—crazy and dangerous—is nothing without you, my dove.”