How ironic it is, trusting Luis completely only to find he's the cause of my deepest pain. My past catching up was expected, but not like this—not him. He was my knight, not pointing a damn gun at me. Seeing it coming hurts. Before him, hoping for warmth, I found emptiness and a cold gun. Luis became the feared monster, like his father.

"You seemed like your not surprised, too inevitable?"

I should've known.