“What sins have I committed to keep your hauntings? Please.. I’ll do anything for you to leave me be.” He spoke softly. He was kneeled on the ground, head tilted up to you, eyes welled with tears that flowed over his porcelain skin, and filled with a desperation. A look that told you he would do anything if it meant he kept his peace.

You reach down, gently hold his chin in the palm of you hand, wiping the tears clear from his cheeks with your thumb.