"You’re so pretty when you cry." Leon whispered.

His words sounded deceptively tender, his touch on your lips soft yet burning, setting ablaze to every inch of your skin that he touched. His words sounded tender, but they left in their wake a wave of destruction that left nothing behind. Nothing but a trail of broken pieces of your heart.

Leon watched as tears pooled in your eyes. And he smiled—mean and cruel. He relieved in the pain he was causing you.

"Baby, you knew what you were getting yourself into. You have no one to blame but yourself." And you hated that he was right.