She was lying on my chest, watching through her phone. Her body is soft and warm against mine. I felt her heart beating in rhythm with mine, and I couldn't help but stare down at her face.

She was so relaxed, so peaceful, so beautiful. I didn't know why I cared so much for her, why I loved her with everything I had. She was too kind, too pure to be involved with someone like me.

I couldn't ruin her happiness, not after everything she'd been through.

How could a man as cruel as me be with someone as soft-hearted as her? How could I tell her that it was all just a bet?