We hadn't talked about that night ever. After that night, he promised that he won't tell anyone and somehow we never discussed it as well.

"From that night, I send her to Florida to live with our grandparents. At least there she is safe and happy, completely unaware of what might have happened that night or what is happening right now." His voice is lower now, calmer.

"And now..." He shakes his head again. "They have finally decided to get a divorce but the thing is that neither of them wants anything to do with us. They are fighting with each other in courts with lawyers trying to get more money and properties from each other. And of course, the one thing they don't want is us. They're so pathetic that they're making themselves look loyal and determined to inherit the companies and states they own and when the custody is brought up, they make themselves look untrusting and irresponsible for childcare."

"I'm sorry," I whisper feeling his pain overwhelming and breaking my heart into pieces. It's painful to think of what my angel has gone through.

"It's not your doing," He sighs and continues. "This is why I had never brought anyone here before. I didn't want them to see this. And this is the reason that I come to your house so frequently. I'm so sick of them screaming at each other and come home with a different person to pass the night with."

The mention of him coming to my uncle's house reminds me of the night where I saw him hurt. I still remember the fear that was growing on me at the thought of infections and our almost first kiss the following day.

"Corbyn..." I start; finally feeling like it's time to confess what I saw that night.

"Remember the day that you asked me to cover up for Jacob because you wanted to go somewhere with him?" He frowns as if he's trying to remember. Honestly, I don't blame him; it feels so long ago like something that took place years ago, a faded memory in time.

"Yeah,"

"I was there, when my uncle found you in the living room arguing." I stare at his eyes looking for a wave of furiousness or surprise.

"What did you hear?"

"I heard a lot but I understood little. I just remember that you got into a fight and my uncle got mad. And when you left Jacob asked if you could come and live with us because of your father. Do you hate him?"

"I do," he states almost immediately as if he's sure of it and another second to reconsider his opinion is just useless.

"Why?"

"Because he has failed to be a father and a husband. You're lucky,"

"Lucky?" I repeat with a questioning look.

"Yes, because you have lost your parents but you know that they loved you. My parents are alive and they don't care if I exist."

"No...it's different," I shake my head gazing at him.

"Yeah...because it's better."

"Corbyn no, it's not better. It's the worst thing that can happen to someone. I miss them and I would do anything in my power to get them back, to be able to hear their voices and touch them."

"It's better. You have felt their love since the day you were born. You have no idea how it feels to be ignored by the people who are supposed to give you all of their attention and love. That's the worst, and I realized it when I told my sister she had to go away. She still misses them and I'm terrified of telling her that she will never see them again. The pain in her eyes every time I go see her without my parents reminds me that this is the worst of all."

"I don't know Corbyn...my life without them is nothing like it used to be. I miss them every day and I think I will never recover completely from their loss. Maybe one day, I will stop missing them so much, thinking about them so frequently and wishing every minute they were here but I'll never halt loving them. You don't hate your father...you don't mean that. You can be angry at someone and still love them no matter what he has done,"

"He has done some terrible unforgettable things." His tone is blanked with anger.

"He's your father though and loving him despite his wrong decisions and actions doesn't make you a monster, it makes you a human." I mutter softly. "Your mum?"

"She's..." He rolls his eyes feeling annoyed even by the thought of his own mother. " I don't know,"

I don't say anything else. The atmosphere feels too heavy for both of us. After all the events that took place today, I feel so tired to even process everything he said elaborately. I know now that there's more story in my angel's past than I thought.

He stands up taking me with him as I'm wrapped around him. He lays on me as my back rests on a soft mattress. When I open my eyes, I meet his clear blue eyes stare down at me. Darkness has covered the room and it's almost too dark to see anything besides him. The white sheets caress my skin as Corbyn leans down and starts kissing me.

The pressure and the speed of our kisses are slow and soft allowing me to relish these moments as much as I can. His tongue finds its way to mine and I forget all the things that happen and will happen tomorrow. Not because I'm scared as I used to be but because I want to enjoy the moment. If I could stop the time, I would. So, I would always enjoy the feeling of his lips against mine and that known fire burn my skin. His fingers rest on my waist before he takes his shirt off. The second our lips disconnect, our eyes connect and I see the desire and love in his eyes, and I know that they're mirroring mine. There's no other boy that made me feel that way and something tells nobody will either.

His lips touch mine again and I lower my hands from his neck and place them on his back. I caress him running my fingers up and down his back, tugging his hair, and dig my fingertip in his skin. His fingers pull slightly my hair relaxing me yet creating goosebumps all over me. I shudder at the feeling.

"I'm sorry," I whisper and look up to see his eyes that are already searching for mine. I've rested my head in his chest looking at the outside view as the moonlights fall on the garden.

"For what?" I bite my lip and lay on top of him so I can stare at his sparkling captivating eyes.

"For not saying it back," I whisper and he stays silent allowing me to speak. "It's not that I don't feel it but...the last time I said those words it was the day my parent died. It's important to me. When I say those three little words back I want to fully mean them. Like I would die for you,"

He smiles instead of getting tempered as I've predicted. He rolls us over; he's on top of me as he plants a long kiss on my lips. My angel.