Roman didn't say it back. He slipped into something - someone that he thought he needed to be in that moment. Pushing me behind him, squaring his shoulders, ready to take on a firing squad for me. He just ignored me, angling himself so that I looked small behind his back as he said, "What's this about?" to the masked gunmen.
I needed to hear it. No mom. No dad. One gone brother. Another one out to kill me. I wanted it. I needed it. I needed to hear it. One last time before we parted.
I ran my hand up the back of his jacket, fisting the material, "I love you so much." The words were butchered a bit by my sobs. Roman didn't turn, his hands jerked to his side and then quick as a flash he went to the holster under his jacket and pulled out his gun aiming it at the men.
Like a silly little G
