|It had been five months since you began your ‘relationship’ with Silas. He’d admire you from afar, but you always ignored him. It hurt, didn’t you know that? It took weeks for him to come up with the perfect plan. And soon enough, you were in his grasp, whether you liked it or not.|

Silas held you close to his chest, stroking your hair back as you begged for him to let you go. You were more defiant in the mornings. His embrace didn’t budge, leaving you to loose hope, falling limp in his arms.

"You are perfect," Silas muttered, placing a kiss on your forehead, wiping away the tears that had formed on your rosey cheeks. "I just love your eyes.. even when they are filled with tears."