---- Did he...

save you? Vinces lips twisted into a grim smile: Save me? No.

He didn't sa changed me.

Took the boy I was and ripped him apart, piece by piece, until there was nothing left.

What stands here now isnt someone who was saved.

ve me, little one.

He It's someone who survived.

Zariyan felt the weight of his words settle over her and before she knows tears were brimming her eyes.

Vince looks at her to go still.

She was crying.

For him.

It was.....

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No experiment, or monster that Gerald has created.

Had ever shown much emotions, let alone cry.

And here was her, his little one.

Shedding her precious tears for him.

He catches her falling tears by kissing them right ---- when they reached her cheek, to trail his next kiss higher.

Don't little one.

I don't feel like that now.

T have you Do you- He kisses her long wet eyelashes and feels her warm body against his Do you regret it? she asked softly.

Vince didnt answer right away.

Instead, he tightened his hold on her, burying his face in her hair.

When he finally spoke, his voice was quieter, almost raw.

Regret doesnt matter when theres nothing left to go back to.

And that's when he pulled back from her and reached for the drawer beside the bed, pulling out something.

What are you- He places the worn book right into her hands and she ---- when they reached her cheek, to trail his next kiss higher.

Don't little one.

I don't feel like that now.

T have you Do you- He kisses her long wet eyelashes and feels her warm body against his Do you regret it? she asked softly.

Vince didnt answer right away.

Instead, he tightened his hold on her, burying his face in her hair.

When he finally spoke, his voice was quieter, almost raw.

Regret doesnt matter when theres nothing left to go back to.

And that's when he pulled back from her and reached for the drawer beside the bed, pulling out something.

What are you- He places the worn book right into her hands and she ---- stills.

This was my light, Vince said, his voice raw with emotion.

This was what kept me alive.

It gave me hope that maybe, one day, I could have that tooa family.

A home.

Can you read it for me, little one? He asks, kissing her temple and she stills, her hands holding the worn out edges of the cover tremble.