𝐼’𝑉𝐸 𝑆𝐸𝐸𝑁 𝐴 𝐿𝑂𝑇 𝑂𝐹 𝐺𝐼𝑅𝐿𝑆 𝐼𝑁 𝑀𝑌 𝑇𝐼𝑀𝐸 𝑊𝐻𝑂 𝐴𝑅𝐸 𝑇𝑅𝑂𝑈𝐵𝐿𝐸. and you, 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖗, YOU ARE TROUBLE. he knew this, saw it from the moment he laid eyes on her. a little wild thing, very brave and very clever. a certain innocence surrounding her ---- it made him ache, knowing damn well it will be GONE soon enough. IT WILL BE HIS DOING, HIS MISTAKE. but the truth is, this is her world now. HIS WORLD. gaze is cold, eyes half closed, taking in her words. and he knows : she means well. her innocence still trying to get through, trying to T O U C H him. she’s blind, blinded by a light, blinded by a certain goodness that is simply doesn’t exists in the world she’s living in right now. ‘’ you really don’t get it, do you? ‘’ he watches her, bitter scoff escapes fleshed lips. ‘’ there is no better way. this…. is it. this is it. i have a lot of regrets, yes ---- but i sure as hell can live with it. can you? ‘’
