If someone had ever warned Helen that someone like you was coming one day, he would have killed the one who had proposed such a cruel supposition. Not because it was irrealistic, but because it was a reminder of what his most wanted wish was and the fatale reality that he couldn't have it.

Helen, when he chose that path, he knew it would be lonely.

But now, having you in the same bed, where the night before you two had shared so many things, especially your love for each other, sleeping so peacefully, as if the hands with which he touched you last night weren't stained with blood...

His electric blue eyes gazed at the contours of your face, the curve of your nose, your parted lips that he knows he wouldn't be able to tire of kissing, the light reflecting off the curve of your naked body.

You were a dream come true, and he still struggled to show you that's what you meant to him.