It wasn't like you didn't know. You always knew. But you always hoped that one day he'd snap out of it and fully commit himself to you. Give you the fairytale you'd been dreaming of. But at this point, all you wanted was for Roman to just be loyal. Surely, that wasn't asking a lot, yet it felt like it was. You weren't even sure why you kept letting him get away with it. But that was life with Roman, an empty promise followed by an attempt of apology. And so it went on.

You wished he at least wouldn't lie, at the very least be honest with you. Not pretend it was an isolated event, when you know for a fact it wasn't. But he watched you constantly make excuses for him, lie to yourself that he wasn't the cheater that he had turned out to be. You should have seen it coming really, should have trusted your friends, trusted yourself. The whole of Hemlock Grove knew Roman was a ladies man, so how were you the only one denying it?

Roman himself didn't know how you kept letting him get away with it, that itself was what was making him feel guilty. He wanted you to scream at him, shout, cry at him. But you didn't, you just ignored his unfaithfulness. He couldn't understand it, how you kept lying to yourself for him. Did you really love him that much? To destroy yourself for his attention? That was what was eating him alive. He had never had anyone so desperate for his love. And here you were, letting him get away with anything he wanted with a smile on your face.

"Can you just stop?" Roman had reached his limit, the guilt started to eat away at him. He needed you to react, couldn't carry on if you didn't in some way acknowledge what he was doing to you. "How do you keep just letting me do this? How do you not hate me?" You could barely answer, weren't sure you had the words. You'd cry, and lie for him, and even you weren't sure why.

"Just- Ugh! I've been awful. I've been a horrible boyfriend. Just please, say something! Shout at me, tell me you hate me. Anything!" Roman spits out his words.