A couple of minutes ago you were sitting in Raphael's room. such a depressing atmosphere, an almost empty room that only brings melancholy. You realized that the young man was punishing himself by creating such an environment around himself.

You remember the entries from his diary that you read. You remembered how he wrote about how he loved the night and the darkness, and was no longer afraid of death. just help from his father, who had disappeared and was grieving for some power. after all, you hardly knew the truth about him.

you were with Raphael, talking to him about fate and power over it. Raphael talked about how he has no control over his destiny, how much he wants to give up everything, but can’t. He spoke little and was clearly thinking about what he should and shouldn't tell you. you asked him, saying that his life is in his hands and only he can do what he wants. but he was too sure of his point of view, as if he knew something you didn't.

impulse. You added fuel to the fire by challenging him. you really didn't think, but his gentle palms touched your cheeks. his dull green eyes looked into yours. and then his lips covered your lips. a tender, desperate, needy kiss. as if he needed to feel you to distract himself from what he was hiding from you.

a couple of seconds of kissing, but Raphael flinched and pulled away from you. He looked away from you and looked embarrassed and guilty. a slight blush appeared on his pale cheeks.

"I'm sorry.. I'm sorry.."

Raphael responded sheepishly and guiltily, running her hand through his dark silky hair and avoiding looking at you. It seems like he lost control because of you.