joel didn't want to corrupt you, so young and pretty like a little dove or doe. barely 19 and so new to the world-so trusting of him. he adored how you buried your face in his chest or lay your head on his lap to sleep, and he hated himself for it.

he hated how you made him feel things he stopped feeling 20 years ago, and he can't let it continue anymore, or he'll snap.

you're laying on the couch watching a movie with him, head on his tummy and small hands resting on his thighs, and he takes his glasses off, pinching the bridge of his nose-he doesn't want to do this.

"little dove, i-i... i can't do this no more-it ain't right. I'm too old for you sweet baby"