“You are…my everything.”
Those words were breathing with despair, desperation and hope. They were heartwarming, honest, benevolent, but they opened a wound that would be hard to heal. Valerius was finally opening up to someone, offering his vulnerable state to me in hope that I will give him comfort. He was desperate to feel the love he never had, desperate to make the bond he has with me even stronger. To feel safe and wanted. His heart was out in the open, given to me as a gift for being born this way.
I was his everything, because throughout his life as a soldier, he had nothing to lose.
That hurt more than I could imagine. It was sad, depressing and so undoubtedly true. No one could heal the wounds he had, so he hid them and made sure that nobody would ever find them. So he wouldn
