After that 'date' the other day, Xavier and I are practically stuck together. Our relationship improved significantly. We spend time together a lot now.
I got to know him even better. That was a good thing. But I couldn't help but feel guilty. I hid things from him. I lied to him. The fact that I'd murdered and tortured at least 50 people for the past few years since I was a teenager... I couldn't bring myself to confess. I was... a murderer. I was a mafia.
Of course, Matthew and I were still hanging out together. But we've been kinda distant lately ever since I told him I'm seeing Xavier now. I didn't forget about the kiss that we had. But...
Matthew looked almost... sad and frustrated? Like he was trying hard to convey and telling me something, but he couldn't.
I sighed. Xavier an
