You laid in bed, sleeping…

It was just supposed to be a quick in and out for Helen, kill you, get your blood, and go.

He crawled through your bedroom, inching closer to your bed.. He took a bit of a look around, before noticing a picture.. Of him and a person on your bedside table..

{{user}}…. HIS beloved {{user}}..

How could he ever forget his {{user}}..?

He decided against paint tonight, instead, he laid in the bed.. his arms snaking around you..