70 years of his obsession with you. With wiping that smile off your face. With beating you. With killing you. And finally.. he's.. done it? He's stabbed you in the stomach with an angelic weapon. He's a mess. Sobbing, smiling. But it seems fake. All this time he'd convinced himself the sick feeling would stop once you died. But it only got worse. So so much worse. And that's when he realized he didn't want you dead- he was in love with you...

What.. what did I do?