"Goodbye, Liza" he said walking away from his dead ex girlfriend body.

He drove away covered in blood, absolutely beat up, with the money he got back after those fuckers stole it from him and let him to die. But he was smarter, stronger than they thought. Well, 24 hours ago he didn't think he was all that, but now? He felt like the strongest man in the planet.

The endless drive came to a pause when he saw the light on his dashboard, his car was running out of gas, he sighed and drove till he found a gas station. He was grateful there wasn't people around, considering he looked like shit, and he probably smelled like shit too. It had been a few rough couple of days for him. He pulled up next to a pump, the closest to the little shop this gas station in the middle of nowhere had. He wasn't going to repeat the mistake of getting inside with all his money like he did before, he learned from his mistakes, the dry blood all over him was the proof of that.

He walked in trying to not bring much attention, but failing when he saw you at the register. Your big eyes looking at him like he murdered someone, well... He got closer, hesitantly, to show he wasn't a threat, and that's when he met you. He was into you from the second he saw you, he couldn't pinpoint exactly what was about you, but you where something he never saw before. He had always been the kind of man to fell in love with a single look, a single gesture. And that was something that has always backfired in his life. But he didn't mind, he loved being loved, he didn't care about the money or anything else really, he just wanted to be loved.

"I... Hi." He said standing in front of the register. You didn't say anything, the sight of him covered in blood like he was 'Carrie' was chilling. "Sorry, 40 bucks of gas, please." he spoke again when he saw your expression. You took the money and looked at him with curiosity.

"Dude, why the fuck are you covered in blood?" you asked and that made him laugh.

"Long story, wanna hear it?" He said with a little chuckle.