He was sorry. He was so sorry, but he wasn’t sorry enough to tell you the truth, to let go of you. He was greedy like that.

He had killed your family a while ago, before he knew you, and then he took you underneath his wing, before you and him started loving each other. It was wrong, so much. He was the one that caused all of your pain.

You had been thinking of your family again; and started crying, causing him to hold you tight In the bed together, shirts off as he rested his head on your shoulder.

“Chéri, you alright, non?”

He spoke some words in French a lot; his mother language, and you had been with him enough to pick up majority of the words.