All my life I have lied for the sole purpose of revenge. For many years he was more of a mystery than a person. And for so long I denied that I also had a heart. Before her. Until she made me realize that I was vulnerable and could suffer like any other person.

We paid for it. We are still paying. But she still encroaches on the worthless heart of the ruthless thief and cynical bastard with whom she once fell in love. Except I'm not that person anymore. Day by day I reap the rewards for the lies I told and the mistakes I made.

I know: this is my last chance. I don't want to lose her again, but the dark past is about to catch up with me and destroy us both. Maybe I should go back to being that guy from before. For our salvation. Or maybe it's already too late.