It started when I met him.
I thought he would hurt me.
He thought he would too.
He was dangerous. More so than anyone else I knew.
He was a cold blooded killer. A criminal.
Somewhere along the lines he almost got me killed.
Then he told me he loved me. Like it made everything okay.
And it did.
I learned things about him I wish I never knew.
He became even worse for me than he already was.
I was pulled into a world that I could never dreamed of.
I was no longer free.
I was trapped in a world where no one is safe unless they're dead.
I was broken.
I fell in love somewhere along the way.
He was addictive.
His blonde hair. His grey eyes. His intoxicating smile.
There was no escape.
He asked me to marry him.
Then got sent to jail the same night.
I was alone again. Lonely little me.
It took a year. But he was freed.
We married. But the story only began there.
We had a son. Aramis.
Like the musketeer.
We were free from a world of crime.
Then they killed Abel's father.
We were sucked back in.
Aramis wasn't safe.
We sent him to live with my parents.
We almost died.
But we didn't.
I gained three things from this.
And I will never lose them.
Not like I lost him.