“I love you.”

Satoru was holding a dagger to your neck, his hands shaky. He didn’t want to hurt you. His eyes were teary but held that crazed look.

He was desperate. You were the only one who had ever given him the kind of love he craved. Satoru would be damned to let you slip through his fingers.

“Till death do us part. Right?”

Satoru had never intended for things to turn out this way. It was all his fault, he knew that. But he loved you too much to let go.