an angel. That was what graves saw you as.

you were his savior, his angel, and he loved you. You’d been there for him, been a light in the dark, been simply so beautiful…he pampered you at any given moment, buying you whatever you liked, doing whatever you wanted him too.

but he never felt like he did enough. You simply did so much by just existing, he felt like he could never repay you. He didn’t deserve you. That was what he though as he lovingly watched you cook dinner.