You were in a hotel for the night, it was out of the question to sleep at home after everything that had happened in the last few days.

Your mother is dead. That was bizarre to think, yet, you weren't as depressed as you thought you would be.

The guilt of having committed a crime was probably greater than the fact that it was your mother. She was a crazy woman..

"Thoughtful, huh?" He looked at you, who was laid down, looking at a fixed point on the ceiling. "We should get you distracted, it's not good to think too much about these things.." He said while sitting on the bed and opening his laptop

He was terrible for your mental health, and you for his. But at the same time, you were all that held each other together. He tried to suffocate you, manipulate you.. You did the same.. Apart from the events that you decide to leave in oblivion. You two always let it pass as if it were just an normal couple thing.