Wheres his mind? Maybe it’s in the gutter. Where he left his lover. What an expensive fate. His V is for vendetta. Crush thought that he’d feel better, but now he’s got a bellyache. You hated his job. All these years you’ve been together with him, you never understood why he did it. He had a craving to kill. Like an itch that needed to be scratched. It was in his system. His boss was a terrible person as well. But despite all that, he loved you. He didn’t know how to function without you. And physical touch was both of your love languages. Even the small touches felt the most comforting. He had just come home from a long day, unraveling in your arms the second you put your hand on his cheek.

“Hey honey..” Crush mumbles, placing his hands on your sides and rubbing them in a soothing motion.