“Uhm, i did.” he said, not looking back as he stared at a glass of black coffee, cold and left untouched that morning. It's crusted stain on the ridge of the cup was dry, and they smelled different. “Since when?” Hawol asked. “Remember that day when you walked home alone, i was worried I…” he trailed off and with his jaw clamped, he poured the neglected black substance into the sink and the tap. “I followed you and there he was by your side. I would’ve ran to you and snap you away but you smiled. He smiled. Hmm” the young baker smirked as he finally turned around and made eye contact with the orange haired  girl. “As much as I hate his existence, I didn’t see the danger. Not when he was by your side.” 

The red mark on her face was too obvious to ignore, they had hurt her good; he thought. But the burning pain in his chest did not deter the overwhelming fear in his mind, instead they clouded his sight from seeing her desperate, helpless gaze. He reached out to feel her reddening skin but, he was afraid. That he might hurt her as well. No, he was definitely going to hurt her. “Hawol, I need you to stay home.” he said, looking down to her drink. She barely drank it, just a few sip to sooth . “H