By the time he finished telling me about his past, I was full-on crying. My whole body shook as painful sobs wracked out of my body. His pain amplified mine, my heart went out to the six-year-old boy who had deserved to grow in a happy environment but that childhood was ripped away from him so brutally that it left him hungry for the blood of those who had hurt his family. I cling to Maverick, trying to comfort him and myself.
"I'm sorry," I sobbed for the tenth time. No matter how much I apologised for everything those monsters have done to a little boy, I can't apologise enough. "I'm sorry". I should be strong for him, comforting him but he was the one who pulled me closer, trying to calm me down but how can I be calm when all I can see is an innocent six-year boy fighting to protect h
