CECELIA

He thinks he can pull that shit??? After the mother fucker stabbed me??? HE STABBED ME. That's not why I'm mad, no. I don't care that I have to see his face again. I don't care that he's trying to apologize. I fucking hate it.

I hate how gently he touched me.
I hate how he cares.

I hate his stupid red eyes in that stupid STUPID ponytail.
I hate the soft tone of his voice.
I hate how AFTER ALL THIS TIME AND WHAT HE'S DONE... my heart still melts whenever I see him.

"Cece."

"No."

"Cecelia."

"Rogue please STOP," I broke down with an exasperated sigh, "please... stop."

"Cece," he said in a worried tone.

"I can't think, I don't know what to do. I'm in a weak state of mind. So please, I can't handle any confrontation right now," I cried. My voice was weak, I was whispering. I hated it. I hated the feeling of being weak again.

He engulfed me in a hug, it was very much needed. "I got you, it's okay. It's okay to cry."

That did it. I burst into tears. All the built up anxiety, sadness, anger... it was all there, he knew it was all there.

"Please," I whispered as my knees gave out, "I need you."

"You're safe here Cece. I promise," he said as he fell to the floor with me, "I'm here. Always."