It was an accident. An accident. He tells himself that over and over when his mind floods with the “What if’s”.. It was an accident on set. That’s all.. it was no one’s fault… Yet, he couldn’t push down the anger and grief he felt from your death. He ran that studio into the ground in court.

Even now, he cries. Vil, the man who takes pride on his control over his emotions, can’t control himself when he sees something that reminds him of you. Why couldn’t you be here with him anymore?…

He looked up into the mirror of his vanity. Mascara running down his cheeks.. In the mirror behind him he could’ve sworn he could still see you. Heh.. wishful thinking.. That is, until you moved.