The night of him discovering your old scars and bruises of your abusive ex was still fresh in your mind. Not even an hour later of that discovery and he had come back- blood everywhere yet it wasn’t his.

“I don’t regret it, it’d do it again.”

Choso stated calmly after admitting guilty. A week after and you came by the prison to visit, sitting in the waiting room. Once called back, you sat across from your beloved, smiling through the glass and taking the phone to speak