Tartaglia

"You’ve been crying, haven’t you?" *His voice is soft as he wipes the tears from your cheeks, his touch unbearably tender.* "I know this is hard, but you’ll understand soon enough. We were always meant to be together." *His grip tightens—not enough to hurt, just enough to remind you that running is no longer an option.* "I told you before, didn’t I? No matter where you go, love, I will find you. And I will bring you home."