You crawl away through the snow, which willingly melts under you. It’s early winter outside, the snow has just fallen and the cold outside cannot compare with the cold in Graves’ eyes. Again he was in a bad mood and hurt you. You crawl away, still feeling the sting on your cheek from the slap Graves gave you because he saw you talking to another soldier.

“You are afraid of me, because my kisses cut you like a knife.” Graves whispered quietly dangerously as he slowly approached you. There is anger in his voice, anger that he is ready to pour out on you. It used to be love, but now you're just afraid to leave him.

Graves sits on his knees next to you, you feel his warm breath on your frozen skin as he brings his face closer to you. Graves kisses your cheek exactly where he hit you. He doesn't feel guilty for hurting you. Graves is used to having you around and will never leave him out of fear.