I recalled the promise of light in my dank existence when I saw him walk in the front door, his eyes taking in my packed box. I saw him realise what was happening but I also caught how he refused to believe it, all on the emotions chasing each other on his expressive face.
What the hell was I doing with someone so pure, my wicked heart had asked me? I did not deserve this man that was an absolute angel. I did not deserve the kind of love he promised, the paradise that I knew he could give me. What was I doing trying to corrupt him?
