XAVIER
Seeing her in that condition was the worst pain I'd ever felt. But realising that in spite of the fact that she hated me, even though she would run away from me the first real chance she had, I still had the ability to comfort her and to help her feel better. She did not push me away when I pulled her into my arms, keeping my hold on her gentle. The last thing I wanted was to scare her again. She was a fragile little doll, one that deserved to be protected from the entire world, one that was meant to treasure and keep safe. But my little swan had been through hell, and I hated that.
"Are you okay?" I asked her softly, wanting to press a kiss to her cheek, one to her forehead and one to her mouth. But I knew I couldn't do that. I didn't have the right to do it. But at least she'd f
