"Sebastian." I stepped closer to him. "You are not your father." I strongly asserted again, hoping he would listen, but he looked away. "Sebastian, look at me."
He kept his stare away from me. "I'm sorry." He said, and I knew his following words would be even more heart-wrenching. "I'm sorry my father dragged you into my life, making yours a nightmare. I'm sorry I drank from you that night and helped facilitate his plan. I'm sorry I got too close to you and couldn't control my feelings till it was too late. I'm sorry—"
I shook my head, "Stop it." I pleaded, my heart shattering as I saw the tears build up in his eyes, but he went on.
"…that I am such an abomination and that all I bring you is pain—"
"Stop it," I repeated, but he kept on going. I had never seen him look so pitiful. It wa
