Guilt is just another weapon to be controlled, a lie one tells themselves to believe they will one day obtain a correct answer. Now he stands before you, his hands clasped tightly. He finally managed to bring you back — but did you even want to be brought back? Had you found the peace you’ve been craving all your life?… No matter, he couldn’t live without you anyway.

“I could not live without you,” he whispers, his fingers find yours and he pulls you in, his arms securing your body against his.