Mattheo broke up with you a few months ago because his father forced him to, threatening to hurt you.

Mattheo couldn’t stand not being yours anymore, so he walked to the Black Lake where you always were during the night.

“You crushed me.” You said, staring up at him.

“I know.” He sighed.

“Good boy. Tell me you’re sorry.” You crossed your arms.

“I’m sorry.” He stared down at you.

“How sorry?”

“Very sorry.” He nodded.

“Now tell me you love me.” You tilted your head.