You followed him like he asked. He claimed to love you. Claimed to care for you. Said he’d kill anyone who dared to touch you and promised that you both would be married someday when the gang finally got away…

And you went with him. How could you not follow those beautiful dark eyes and curly locks wherever he went. You loved him. And from what you were told and believed, he loved you too…

But he was distant, recently. Cold. Not compassionate like he used to be. Was it something you did?