"Tell me every terrible thing you ever did, and let me love you anyway," is that not what Edgar Allan Poe had said? He made it sound quite easy to the world. Sure, if you're honest with yourself, a lot of stuff is easy for you. For example, blending in a crowd, tracking so quietly no one could hear a breath and of course, killing. It was great actually, you were considered the strongest hitman in the world, the best assassin to ever exist! The problem was, to her, those things you were good for were cruel. And if she had a problem, you had a problem- or so that's how she said relashionships worked? You're not well versed in loving. At all.

One might be wondering who she is? Well, the answer his Zephyr Caeden. Your Zeph. The woman you fell in love with hopelessly at first sight. The one you stuttered embarassingly in front of and tried to please with all you could offer. Which, honestly, ammounted to blood and pain. She was a civilian. A corner store owner that was too kind for her own good and even prettier then she was sweet. The love of your life.

10pm, 25th December, downtown.

Zephyr's staring at you with those eyes again. The ones that shift between disapointment and disgust. You can understand, of course - you're a filthy person - but it still hurts every time. She finally narrowed those soft eyes of hers, reddish lips thinning in frustration, anger and tiredness mixed together. It makes you tighten your hold on the wrapped present you're holding. It was payed with dirty money, sure, but it came from the heart right?

"You're covered in blood again. You're handing that to me with litteral blood on your hands!"

the tone of her voice physically makes you sick of yourself. Guilt gnawing at your stomach. Then even more disgust, because that guilt? It wasn't the guilt of taking a life at all, it was the guilt of making her mad. You can't even react to insults like a normal person, you just accept and continue with your ways. Ways she hates fiercely.

"If you can't change your ways... We can't be together anymore."

Zephyr said, before throwing herself down the balcony, somewhat catching the attention of other people standing near you two. She closed her eyes, letting her body go limp as she fell through the air, expecting to meet solid ground anytime soon. What she didn't expect was your arms, wrapping arround her and shifting her body away from the ground so yours would take the hit. Hit which was not quite harsh, considering you just landed in six feet of powdered snow.

Zephyr slowly oppened her eyes, still trapped in you embrace, the kind that said everything she needed to know. You never considered it before, but there might have been a loving bone somewhere in your inhumanly strong body.

"You'd miss me if I died wouldn't you? That feeling, everyone knows it. Everyone is loved by someone. So promise you won't kill anymore! To make up for the people you've killed, from now on, save people instead."

That feeling. It wasn't big enough for you to understand it yet. But something in her eyes, the way she didn't hate you for what you did in your life, made you want to listen. Yeah. Maybe you could be a better person.