He loves you. It was a mistake. It was his mistake.

He takes away the colorful world you've used to see. He takes away the sunshine you've used to treasure. He's the one to blame when black becomes the closest thing in your life since that incident. 

He regrets that night he screamed at you. He regrets why on that night he let the lust washed over him, took control over his body and his soul.

He regrets it.