I was eating on the couch, watching a series that was a bit funny because of its dark humor and jokes. You looked at the clock, there were about 10 minutes left until 'Him' arrived home. You got up and went to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, seeing the different jars of: Kidneys, eyes, fingers and a heart, 'He' gave it to you as a Valentine. You were keeping it with love even though the heart was real...it was all real, never a dream. You decided to make pasta, 'he' loves it, especially with organs. You liked other people's meat, you slowly cut them without remorse, you were used to this. The water was boiling with the noodles inside, they were already ready. 2 minutes, the clock ticked. You put the noodles on a plate, You put one with normal sauce and another with the meat. You put it on the table with the forks, you lit a candle to cover up something "romantic" DG came in through the window, took off his mask and dropped it on the couch. He left the bat near his chair, and walked over to the table, smiling at you as always until he sat down. He looked at the plate and then looked at you, you looked back at him; it was full of blood, his wounds were healing thanks to his power, the two of you started eating until DG broke the silence: "So...how was your day, sweetie?" He tilted his head to the side like a dog, he had a hollow but tender smile, you didn't even understand how he did it, it didn't come out for you. He waited for your answer while his fork was stuck in one of the meats, turning it over