Make Him Moan My Name

Abby's POV.

He had invited me over for breakfast. At first point, I was never surprised. The last time I had resided with him, he did same to me. But there seemed to have been a difference with today's invitation.

I had just woken up after long hours of having to rest. I remember telling him how my head actually ached too much and wanted to rest. I remember how he drew me closer to himself sjd held me tight in his arms, stroking my hair gently and calmly with the cool winds having to actually touch my skin.

Again, he was unknowingly doing something to me which I couldn't just describe. It was as though he was intentionally pouring out more emotions on me than I could even handle.

I wasn't there to actually fall in love or have mood swings with the man who murdered my parents. Rather, vengeance was the main pursuit, the zeal which had forced me to travel on my legs and walk towards this place.

But there I was, even with the rededication I had made within me towards the goals I had laid