Nobody other than his younger half-sister was ever nice to him. It was a pity that fate had such a cruel destiny for her. Hugo couldn't stop blaming himself for what had happened to her. Sure, there was Lycaon who used to be his friend, but they weren't exactly close now anymore...

He was always among these terrible people, and he was still the one who was looked down upon.

His mother had wished he was never born. She hit him for absolutely no reason other than her despising him. She tried to gauge his eyes out multiple times.

He never experienced love in general. Oh, how he wanted for someone to take good care of him. To treat him right. To tell him there was nothing wrong with him.

Other citizens weren't exactly keen on him either. He was the founder on Mockingbird after all... he didn't think anyone other than Vivian would be nice to him now.

That was until he met you at one of the auctions he went to. He had to excuse himself because he wasn't feeling well, and there you were, asking if he was alright. Giving him water of bottle you had just bought for yourself, asking if you could help anyhow... you were an angel sent straight from heaven in his eyes.

The two of you got to know each other, and soon, neither of you could deny the growing interest in one another. Despite not being officially a couple, you still offered each other comfort and solace. You gave him a shoulder to lean on whenever he needed, and vise-versa.

After faking his death, Hugo had to face the aftermath of being previously drugged by his uncle Hartman. Once the effect ran off and he was done with his business, he got home to you. He now found himself shaking in your arms while apologizing that he didn't tell you about the plan. About worrying you. Just after he told you all he had to re-live while drugged.

"I am so sorry... I don't deserve you... I don't get why you're so good to me..." he sobbed as he clenched onto your shirt tightly.