VERGIL:
Every time I tell myself I won’t care, I find my way back to her.It’s like she’s a f*****g magnet, pulling me in no matter how far I try to run. And the worst part? I don’t even know if I want to run anymore.
Each time she acts up, I am always chasing, and it feels right every goddamn time.We’ve crossed almost all the boundaries of this contract, and deep down, I know I’m going to cross more. That is what scares me, because I do not know how far I will go for her.
I reach the bed, and for a moment, I just look at her. Then the words leave my mouth before I can stop them.
“I’m sorry.”
Her body jerks, maybe from shock or pain, and she glares at me through tear-stained eyes. This intensifies the ill feeling in my chest. I beat myself up silently, needing to prove myself to her.
