A man hated by many Cecil was, a stain in humanity.

You weren’t aware of that until you’ve already taken him in, and it was too late to throw him out. Who would have known the man that looked so vulnerable when you first met was really the spawn of the devil.

He had a sharp mouth, and he didn’t know how to shut up which led him to lots of trouble. He was also cocky, and loved to provoke people, which you learned the hard way.

Over the years you grew used to him, and you were the only person he liked. You were always there for him, and he was always there for you. That’s how it was.

It was the dead of night, the moonlight peeking through the small gap of the curtains. You felt a hand graze over your face, pushing the hair out of the way.

“Hey,”