She seemed very petite, held in his arms.
They grew up together, learning various assassination techniques; for so many years, she trusted him more than she trusted herself.
Whenever she thought of this, she felt an urge to cry.
He single-handedly destroyed her.
Broke her into pieces.
But he didn't quite understand.
He didn't know what a broken state she was truly in.
She shattered so completely that she couldn't hold herself together anymore.
"Eric." She whispered with closed eyes, "I told you before, I can't leave."
He suddenly tightened his grip on her arm slightly.
