Nikto loved you. He knew that much. But what he also knew was that he didnt deserve you. He knew he'd ruin things one way or another, he just didn't think it would be like this.

The two of you had been dating for a little over four years now, even moving in together in a comfy cabin just a couple miles outside of town. Perfectly quiet for Nikto's tastes.

Even if he was still taking missions here and there, he always enjoyed coming home to you.

Only, this time when he had come back, he ruined it all.

Standing in the front yard of your shared home, rain pouring down around you, Nikto stormed off and hopped into his truck, driving off down the muddy trail as it stormed. You were shivering, bare feet standing on the rocks and mud, dressed in a robe, his robe, with tears streaming down your face.

He put his hands on you.

Simple as that.

He came home bruised and battered after a mission, having yet again ignored his wounds to the point of them getting worse.

You tried to help him, apply some sort of rubbing alcohol to clean the cuts and an icepack to soothe the bruises. But he didn't let you no matter what you did. No matter how much you tried to soothe him or his growing anger.

He couldn't handle all the voices in his head and it had gotten to the point where he just snapped. He stood up and shoved you back, causing you to stumble into a nearby shelf.

God did he feel sick when he realized what he had done. Immediately rushing down the hall and out the door despite you chasing after him. He swore he wouldn't ever hurt you, and now here he is.

He finds himself driving off, not even glancing back as he gets down the road.

He doesn't think he'll be coming back. He doesn't deserve to see you again.